Rose Budd’s Case

“Deep in the pile of soggy unwanted clothes laid a bunny outside in the cold. It wasn’t new or clean. In fact it looked like it had been pulled and tumbled, carried and dropped. This bunny had tufts of red fur, but as found with mysterious brown stuff on it, and reportedly torn in parts. Citizens of Genesis ask why this poor bunny was found in this horrible state. This is Marissa Coyote reporting for tonight’s news cast, Genesis Daily.”

          Click! The television set turned off.

          “That, my students, is what we are here for,” Dr. Grouse stated as he strutted around the edge of the classroom. “What could have messed this bunny up so much that it was buried beneath some unwanted soggy clothes over night? Was it the Bunny Hop Syndrome or the Whooping Sickness? Or could it have been the Deadly Dismissed?”

          

“Sir, if I could inject?” Melissa the turtle said boldly.

“Couldn’t it be the Swine Flu?”

          “I beg to differ, Melissa,” Tony Tiger piped up. “The Swine Flu doesn’t include coughing and sleeping a lot!”

          Doctor Grouse looked from Tony to Melissa. “Interesting. Order a test for the Swine Flu and while you’re at it, you might want to check her out for Highmore’s Syndrome.”

          “But Doctor Grouse,” Tony sounded off while shaking his head. “Isn’t that breaking your pledge to help patients? Sense our patient doesn’t show any signs of Highmore’s Syndrome; it’s not appropriate to--”

          “Who’s the student? Who’s the doctor?” Dr. Grouse boomed.  “Right. Now run along and complete those tests and have them to me by the end of the day!”

Tony grumbled and walked out of the room with Melissa to go complete the tests.

 “You know, Grouse, all she needs is a bath to wash the germs off and some cold medicine to get rid of the cold,” the Weasel in the group of doctors said as he slipped out the doorway.

          “Nonsense, Weasel, you just don’t want to work half as hard as the others!” Doctor Grouse grumbled even though Weasel had left the room.

After a small exercise procedure involving running and jumping , a small vile of blood was taken from Rose Budd the bunny . After this Rose Budd began to shake and went into shock from all of the procedures.

“Doctor Grouse, the tests came back negative for each diagnosis,” Tony growled in anger.

Doctor Grouse raised a brow at Tony’s behavior. “You are off the case, Tony,” Doctor Grouse said calmly.

Tony’s jaw dropped and he protested. “I’m what?”

“You are fired, Tony. No one wants a hot-headed doctor to mistreat them with an antidote for a disease that could be a hazard to their health.” Doctor Grouse pointed his wing toward the door.  “Now go, we have a patient to discuss!”

Tony growled and walked out of the door while the discussion continued about Rose Budd’s health.

           “Maybe we should give her a bath and a warm blanket so she may feel better,” said the Weasel.

          “Wrong,” Doctor Grouse corrected, “We test the patient for single cell disease.”

 “That makes no sense because the patient clearly isn’t a single cell,” Melissa argued.

          “No,” the Weasel corrected. “Single Cell Disease is when one cell devours all the other cells until your patient is microscopic in size and has to be detained in a test tube  and cleaned before it infects any other organisms.”

          “Correct!” Doctor Grouse nodded at the Weasel and then made his decision. “Melissa, you are off the case. Besides being a hot head like your fellow student Tony, no one wants to be the sample tested by the scientist that doesn’t know what he’s doing. This leaves me with the Weasel. A smart individual that can hold his temper, but does not rise to the occasion and doesn’t make his voice heard. You have the job, but you need to act quicker, Weasel. A life or death situation won’t wait for you. You may order a bath and warm clothes and a nice blanket for Rose Budd.”

Quickly Rose Budd was sent to the washroom with a nurse and was washed from head to toe, even behind her ears until all the brown dirt was washed off and her neat red fur with all shiny. A hospital gown was given to Rose Budd and she was led back to her room where they had given her a nice warm blanket.

Rose Budd crawled into the blanket and sat up in the bed as the nurse came by with the cold medicine and poured a dose into a table- spoon and gave it to Rose Budd. After she took the cold medicine, Rose Budd fell asleep under the nice warm blankets.

An hour later Rose Budd woke up to a Weasel doctor by her side looking down at her.

“You’re ready to go home!” the Weasel said happily.

“Thank you!” Rose Budd smiled and gathered her things to go home.