Porthole

Poked in Punxsutawney

Dr. Fangman
Porcupine Pt.
Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania 15767
814-938-0000

Is this Doctor Fangman's office?

Yes, this is she.

*silence*

May I help you?

Sorry ... I ... thought ...

Ah, maybe you expecting my father. He retired. I took over the practice last year. *chuckle* How may I help you?

*door slams*

One moment *muffled voice* I'm not feeling well. Ate too many hot dogs ... long story ... and then I ... *muffled voice* Teenagers. Can't live with them. Can't kill them. It's more than a tummy ache. Severe *muffled ... for God's sake* severe stabbing pains. I need to see you today if possible.

Can you come right now?

I'm on my way.

[doctor's office]

Thanks.

[The doc presses the lower right side.]

*gasp*

Possibly appendicitis. I looked at your old chart. A bit old but nothing alarming. I'd do more of a check-up but where I pressed is almost always a problem with your appendix. I'm going to call the surgeon now while you call someone to drive you there.

Come get me at the doctor's. *mumbling* No I don't want to hear any whining. I need to have surgery. *mumbling* NOW! DAMMIT!

The surgeon is waiting. Are you okay?

Ever have teenagers?

I was one.

Ever act like a brat?

Sure. But remember I'm a Fangman. All mom and dad had to do was flash their teeth ... you know that smile ... and threaten to tie us up to a tree for the porcupines to get us.

Ah... must've worked.

It did indeed. *a car honks its horn* And look here. A miracle appears in shining armor. Give the surgeon my regards. She's waiting for you.

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