"Hold still rascal" I told the very hyper puppy as I washed him. He gave me the most adorable face. "No not the face. I'm not falling for it. Now hold still. Your owner should be here soon expecting you to look your best" I scolded him. He whined but stood still.
After rising the soap suds out of his fur, I picked him up with a towl and carried him over to a table to blow dry his fur.
"There all done" I said. The front door opened setting the bell over the door off. I looked at the wall clock.
"She's early. Not suppose to be here for another 30 minutes" I said out loud
A bell that I put on the counter was being rang like crazy.
Groaning I quickly made my way to the front. "Mrs. Smith you-" I stopped myself when I saw it wasn't her. There stood a young man in his early maybe mid twenties. His attire suggested he was not from the city maybe the swamp area.
I walked over to him "hello what could I do for you sir." I asked politely
He had a look of worry clearly written all over his face.
"I was told by the locals that this was the place to take injured animals and I have one in the bed of my truck" he said very face
I held up a hand eyes wide " what where did you find it?" I asked
"In the swamps miss. He looks to have a bad blow to the head and other wounds" he stated
"Please take me to him" I demanded.
He rushed out with me on his tail.
Upon arriving to his truck he threw off the tarp to reveal a purple color reptile. I never saw anything like him.
I jump in the bed to look over his injuries. They were worse then I feared if I don't get on it right away he could die. I really do hate that family. This has gone to far.
I looked over to the man " sir help me get him inside quick. He is in critical condition" I demanded
"Of course"
The two of us put him on the tarp and hauled him inside and set him down gently on one of my tables.
"Thank you" I stated to him
"No problem. Will he live and who would do such a thing" he asked
"I don't know and that would be the LaGide family. They are very cruel to all animals. The skin gators then through the rest of the corps out some where. It is rather discussing. This fella is lucky to be alive" I said while grabbing a rag and started to clean it's wounds.
"Well I must be going" he said and left.
"Poor guy. I'm sorry you had to go through all that mess with them. No creature should ever have to." I said. I know I'm weird for talking to animals it's not like they would talk back but I wish they could.
"There all clean" I stated and observed the wound. There was a gash that clearly went all the way to the scull most likely there will be a tiny fracture. Then little cuts here and there not as deadly as the first thank goodness for that. I felt for any other injures and what I soon discover was shocking. This guy had 4 pair of legs so 8 legs total. ' He must be mutated or something.' I thought to my self. With the swamp you wouldn't surprise with all the weird stuff out there. Come on there are two headed cows. Frogs with more then two eyes and more limbs then they should. So this isn't any different. But some where in the back of my head said other wise.
I grabbed a needle and thread and started stitching his wounds close. If he makes it through the night I will focus more on his leg that appeared to be broken then.
"There " I said as I cut the thread. Grabbing bandages and carefully wrapped his head. I soon found it difficult with his rather flat head.
I wonder what species he is. He isn't an alligator he didn't even look like one. He was 12 feet, if not more, long.
putting the supplies away I left finishing up what I was doing early. 'i hope he will be okay' I thought to my self. Only time can tell.