Buddy is Innocent

We had a slight incident here today. Jan hasn't yet figured out what happened, and we would prefer to keep it that way. So please keep this a secret. Just between us. Okay?

It was kind of hot today, so we were all lazing around, when Jan called Buddy to give him his allergy pill. She dips it in peanut butter and he takes it without a problem. But this time something went wrong.

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Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Thud.

Buddy: Jan, what are you doing on the floor?

Crystal: Uh-oh, I think she's fainted.

Sam: **slap, slap** That should bring her round. OUCH! Cotton, you forgot to retract your claws.

Cotton: I didn't forget! Never hit Jan. You'll leave bruises.

Sam: But she's passed out.

Cotton: Oh, so she is. Wonder why?

Buddy: It's the blood. She can't stand the sight of blood. Especially her own.

Merci: So what happened?

Percy: She stabbed herself. See the blood.

Cyndi: Oh, I feel kind of weak myself. That's a lot of blood.

Cameron: But why did she stab herself?

Sam: It's Buddy's fault.

Buddy: How is it my fault? She called me into the kitchen and I came. That hardly constitutes a fault.

Sam: But she stabbed herself trying to get your allergy pill. See, the peanut butter jar is sitting right beside the scissors she used.

Rusty: I'm confused. Jan stabbed herself opening a peanut butter jar?

Sam: No, silly. She was trying to get his pill out of the packet and it wouldn't open.

Cotton: So why is Jan bleeding?

Sam: **exasperated** Because she tried to cut the cardboard and the scissors slipped. See, she's bleeding! How can you miss all that blood?

Cameron: Uh, Jan is going to be very upset. She's making a real mess on the kitchen floor.

Percy: Yeah, that is a lot of blood. I didn't realize one finger contained so much blood.

Cyndi: I don't thing it works that way, Percy. When one finger runs out of blood, it just borrows some from another finger. Shouldn't we do something? Call 911 or something?

Cotton: Who's going to pay for the ambulance and the emergency room?

Buddy: Right. We'll have to take care of this ourselves. Percy, go find a bandage. Make it a big one. Merci, go get a wet washcloth.

Merci: Okay, how about the wet dishcloth?

Buddy: Good idea. Rusty, fetch some peroxide to wash the wound.

Rusty: But I don't have any claws. I can't open the bottle.

Buddy: I forgot. But we have to wash the wound. I know. Crystal, you like to empty anything containing liquid. Do your thing. Those water bowls are really big. Empty them on her wound to clean it.

Crystal: Okay, here. You want me to dump the other one too?

Cotton: You were supposed to dump them on her wounded finger. She's going to be very upset when she finds her hair and clothes are soaked, the floor is covered in blood, and .... Oh, my, Percy, you were supposed to just bring one bandage. But you've dropped them all into the water Crystal spilled. And --

Cameron: Rusty, you dumped peroxide all over her black t-shirt. What did you do that for?

Rusty: Because Sam opened it with his teeth. Broke the cap right off and dropped the bottle on Jan's shoulder.

Crystal: But it's her finger that's bleeding, not her shoulder.

Buddy: You know what guys. I think she's starting to come around. If we're not here when she wakes up, she might think she made this mess herself.

Merci: You don't honestly believe that, do you, Buddy?

Buddy: You guys have always blamed me for everything that happens around here. But this time I didn't make the mess. I just supervised. Now let's go! And act innocent.