Journal Entry 200 / 0681 "Priss, stop squirming," I said, trying to keep my frustration at bay.Journal Entry 200 / 0681 "Priss, stop squirming," I said, trying to keep my frustration at bay. "I can't do this if you keep moving." "But it hurts," she complained. I sighed and took the comb once again to her back. Ember smiled at me said, "Want me to do it?" "No, that's okay." I sighed, remembering just how the present problem had started. "So what's the problem?" Rhys asked patiently. I had asked him because P'nyssa couldn't figure it out. "We've got something weird in the castle, Rhys. The kids are all scratching, the skins are starting to have these weird rashes. Everybody's itching. Sometimes they bleed, they scratch so hard." "Where are the rashes appearing?" "Mostly on the legs of skins, but the furries are all over." Rhys thought for a moment, then smiled. Then he began to laugh. "What's so funny?" I asked. "You don't need a doctor, Ken. What you need is an exterminator. You've got fleas!" So here I am, tiny comb in hand, trying to get the single fleas out of Priss's fur before we dunk her in the flea dip. |