This dog is not well at all, says Gaius.
We know, says Sweezus. Should we look for a vet?
No need, says Gaius. Two sprigs of pennyroyal should revive him.
Yeah, like, where do we get that from? asks Sweezus.
A herbalist's garden, says Gaius.
They have been following the Mazda.
The Mazda has stopped.
Sweezus pulls in behind it.
Wittgenstein, Terence and the frogs get out of the Mazda.
This is Corcoran Park, says Wittgenstein. It features river views and beautiful trees.
Good, says Gaius. The frogs can go night hunting, while we deal with this dog.
Let me see it, says Wittgenstein. This dog has concussion!
Can I go night hunting? asks Terence.
No one answers.
Yay, says Terence quietly. Come on team!
He sneaks away, with Quiet-Tartus and Shorty-Tartus, towards the beautiful trees.
As we don't have curly cabbage or pennyroyal, says Gaius, a sniff of menthol might be helpful.
I'll look in the back, says Sweezus. Might find some old cough lollies.
He goes to the back of the camper and slides open a drawer.
Yes! There is a short screwed-up end of a packet of Butter Menthols, with one butter menthol inside.
Midge must have left it, when her last cough got better.
Wonderful, says Gaius. The gods are smiling.
He unwraps the butter menthol.
Holds it under the nose of Unhappy.
Nothing happens.
I'll start it off, says Gaius.
He puts it in his mouth in order to wet it and release fumes of menthol.
Unhappy experiences a kind of a seizure.
His lips draw back, revealing that some teeth are missing. Gaius quickly inserts the butter menthol.
Perhaps I shouldn't have done that, says Gaius. He could easily choke on it.
At least you'll have tried, says Sweezus.
Unhappy coughs.
His eyes open.
The first person he sees is Sweezus, looking down.
Ahh! My saviour!
He does not in fact say this, but it will be hard to get rid of him now.
He's looking better, says Sweezus.
We'll find some pennyroyal in the morning, says Gaius. If he wears it behind his ears it will serve to protect him from further injury. We'll feed him curly cabbage for breakfast.
Unhappy thinks, incorrectly, that he is in heaven.
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