Jasper, the Gorse Puma, has not been well. Silver Vixen was not happy, so she called Urban-cub. Urban-cub was not happy, so she called the Vet. The Vet was understanding, and Jasper was bundled into a cage and taken to see said Vet. Said Vet diagnosed a sore throat and prescribed some antibiotics.
Hopefully all will soon be well. It’s not nice to see a poor, dumb animal suffer. (Mmmmm, in that case, why weren’t half the cabinet of the last government put down?)
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'Cause Tone was so fond of his big ol' rottwieller, Lord Prezza, that he couldn't bring himself to put the rest of us out of his misery. "The old boy is a big old softy really. Now then John, take your teeth out of the nice man's arm ..."
I hope the Gorse Puma recovers swiftly!
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