Lake Rodney the lake and my dreams

You may have spoken too soon. ;P

Her expression remained unreadable as the stranger turned toward her with an affable greeting. She didn’t care much for being called “ma’am,” though Towhee didn’t react other than to narrow her eyes a little more. He reminded her of a teenager, though even with the water slicking down his fur, she would’ve clocked him at at least three years old.

My pack has been hit with an infestation of fleas, Towhee said. It’s been an itchy mess. I’ve been taking flea dips in this lake every day and I think it’s helping. But now… She paused, appearing to steel herself. Well, now I’m itching in a more… delicate place. I’m worried I might have a tapeworm. I actually think, she went on, pausing for effect, I’m pretty sure I can feel it wriggling out of me right now. Would you mind checking for me…?