11-21-2020, 05:41 PM
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Rosemary adored cute ideas like this, so she’d been looking forward to this little plushie event. Sitting by her, in fact, was her own little stuffed turkey with a bandage wrapped around one wing. After the event, she planned on taking it back home and putting him in a cozy spot—he’d make a cute decorative piece.
She eyed, smiling into a paw, Torsten as he set to work on his plushie. “You’re doing a wonderful job with that splinter,” she called over softly, but he might not’ve heard her. Even she wouldn’t have been surprised.
When his voice turned panicked, she stood up and trotted over to her nephew. She attempted to lay her forked tails on his shoulder as she sat down next to him, pulling out a few materials from her satchel. “You did wonderfully, Torsten. Even when I’m treating real patients, it’s very hard to keep the blood—well, stuffing in this case—all inside. Since Mr. Turkey is a stuffed animal, we can put the stuffing back inside, and he’ll be right as rain.”
She held out a swath of bandages and a needle and thread. “After you put the stuffing inside, do you want to stitch him back up? It’s okay if he’s afraid of stitches, though, because we can bandage him right up.” Given his reaction to Mr. Turkey’s stuffing loss, she didn’t want to start suturing the stuffed animal right immediately.
She eyed, smiling into a paw, Torsten as he set to work on his plushie. “You’re doing a wonderful job with that splinter,” she called over softly, but he might not’ve heard her. Even she wouldn’t have been surprised.
When his voice turned panicked, she stood up and trotted over to her nephew. She attempted to lay her forked tails on his shoulder as she sat down next to him, pulling out a few materials from her satchel. “You did wonderfully, Torsten. Even when I’m treating real patients, it’s very hard to keep the blood—well, stuffing in this case—all inside. Since Mr. Turkey is a stuffed animal, we can put the stuffing back inside, and he’ll be right as rain.”
She held out a swath of bandages and a needle and thread. “After you put the stuffing inside, do you want to stitch him back up? It’s okay if he’s afraid of stitches, though, because we can bandage him right up.” Given his reaction to Mr. Turkey’s stuffing loss, she didn’t want to start suturing the stuffed animal right immediately.
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