Winchester Goes to the Dentist, Part II

You got a reprieve, you lucky cat.

The vet says my allergies are too bad right now.

Yeah, they can't put you to sleep.

Put me to sleep!?! What are you talking about?

Only for a little while--you aren't really going to open wide for the vet-dentist, are you? They have to knock you out. But you'll be better in a little bit and then you'll go back to the dentist.

You big meanie! Trying to scare me when I don't feel good. You ought to be ashamed.

Okay. I'm sorry--

Ah ah ah-chooooooo!

Thanks a lot! Turn your head when you sneeze.

Heh-heh-heh.

Winchester Goes to the Dentist, Part I

Wiiiiinchesssster! It's tiiiiiime.

No! Nononononononono!

Stop acting like a two-year-old. Everybody has to go to the dentist.

You don't.

I don't even have a mouth, much less teeth. Today won't be so bad. The nice technician lady will draw blood--

Needles!!!!!

--and look at your mouth and tell The Writer how many hundreds and hundreds of dollars it will cost to clean your teeth.

I hope it costs so much The Writer has to sell her car! Take out a second mortgage on the house! And she'll have to wear the same old clothes until they rot and fall off her because she won't be able to afford any more!

And then Wednesday you'll go have your teeth cleaned. Your teeth and gums will feel better and your breath won't knock over Bigfoot like it does now.

Wednesday, huh? Then I have time to run away and find a family that won't insult me.