With the majority of my T-Rex Rattle’s foot separated from his slightly wet body, I leaped into action, grabbing a cup full of slip and a beveling knife. I started to operate. Applying the slip cautiously to the dismembered body and the foot, I painstakingly stuck the foot back on the stub at the end of the muscular leg. Stepping back to take a look at my patient’s freshly treated wounds, I caught a glimpse of gratitude in his eyes.
After he was healed up and the slip dried securing the 2 pieces, I placed him into the kiln. As I type this post he lays in a blistering hot bed, slowly becoming immortalized in time.
In a few days I get to either see my T-REX stand tall on 2 feet or see him fall, crippled by a heavy head and weak heart. If he decides not to stand proud, I will lean him against something so no one will know of his weakness. I won’t look at him any differently. I will love him the same, for he is my own creation.
Let's go and paint Cypress Bay's main wall with street art!!! xD just kidding haha
ReplyDeleteI hope your TRex friend pulls through. As a doctor, myself, I think your methods of healing will be taken well by the patient. after all, we DID go to med school, right, fellow doc?
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