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Drabble: "You want me to put that where?"

Fandom: Primeval
Pairing/s: none
Rating: PG
Notes: For primeval100: challenge 333: Past Prompts (using 174 – “You want me to put that where?”). Part of Man’s Best Friend series – Previous parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 & 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31 / 32 / 33 / 34 / 35 & 36 / 37 / 38 / 39 / 40 / 41 / 42 / 43 / 44






“You want me to put that where?”





Moss eyed the veterinarian over his shoulder. He was standing on a cold table, Becker holding him still while this stranger ran latex-clad hands over him. He’d had his teeth examined, lights shone at his eyes, his ears looked into, and now the man stood there with a long thermometer.

“We’ll just take his temperature,” the vet told Becker.

Moss suddenly understood where this was going.

Oh hell no!

He started growling, making it very clear that, should the stranger or that thermometer get anywhere near to where they had been heading, someone was going to lose a hand.








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cordeliadelayne
Oct. 1st, 2013 08:49 pm (UTC)
Hee hee!

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