No Tricks Today

Tryx was scheduled to participate in a live stage play at the historic Slinerian Theater. The rehearsals were going fantastic and the cast and crew quickly loved her as part of the team.

however, one day after dining on her favorite dessert, wild boysenberries in the countryside, she strutted toward the theater for rehearsal, and the strut turned to a walk, and the walk turned to a weak trudge.

"Uuuhh...oooo..." Tryx stopped a moment. "Tummy, this isnt a good time to feel sick. why the long face anyway?....I only fed you wild boysenberries, the same Mother used to bring to the nest. just tough it out..."

she collapsed a few paces away from the set.

at first the team heeded it little mind, though as always they couldn't help but get a little emotional as she writhed on the floor. but she wouldn't get up.

tryx knew she wasnt playing any jokes this time. "Sorry, everyone, I'm not feeling so hot." she moaned in lepto. "I need a doctor...get me a V-E-T...No really. I feel awfully sick. No really! pull out a C-E-L-L and call the V-E-T!!!"

Once the humans in the room got the idea, tryx's staff showed up and carried her out on a cot into the ambulance. the sirens went off and the ambulance sped off into an instant 40mph until it arrived at the animal hospital...one block down the street.

She was seen by Doctor Tiffany Patch, who was becoming an acclaimed intern at the animal hospital.

By now, Tryx was feeling so sick she got genuine tears in her eyes. Tiffany examined tryx from head to tail, checked her teeth, eyes, ear frills, long grappler tongue, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes (just to be sure).

after checking her tummy, patch told tryx's staff, "The belly's very tender. Did she eat anything?"

Everyone just shrugged.

"could you give me a stool sample? maybe one she left lying around? Cause everything comes down to poo."

Tryx scoffed, tears streaming down her face. "The very idea. Wild leptos are sophisticated creatures!...Uuuuhh..."

"Its okay," said doctor patch to the entertainment team. "im pretty sure i know what it is."

a few hours later, the team was called into the office again.

tryx was smiling when they saw her again.

"Tryxie, babe! Feeling better?" the director asked.

Patch came out with a vial.

"We extracted the antigen," she explained. " it wasnt pretty but we got it."

"what was it?"

She held up the vial, which contained a long eel-like creature which growled with gnawing teeth.

"These wild boysen-" just then she quickly shoved the vial into her pocket and pulled another one, blushing...

"Sorry, wrong patient. i meant to say, these boysenberries. they were sprayed with too much pesticide. Fifth case of the day.."

"Eeew," said the staff.

"i know, right. Too much pesricide's no good..."

"Doc, no one wants to see Tryx's digested berries. put that away."

Tiffany Patch blushed again and offered her usual hefty bill.

Tryx wondered if the pesticide company was going to get fee. The dreaded fee.