Hi, I Might Have Rabies

Valentine's mate seemed like a really nice, really proper, cute little old lady. While she may not have been his sweet little grammy, she was someone's grammy and that just made this all the more awkward. This cute little grandma lady was going to (hopefully) check out a wound on his butt.

Jupiter cleared his throat again. "It's a wolf bite. I..." Sat on a gremlin and got bit? Farted on a crop-eared ho and was punished with a bite to his keester? How could he explain this without sounding like an immature idiot? "Got into a fight."

His ears fell back. "It's uh..on my...on the back of my..." Frik. "It's on my...thigh." Well, in that general area. Just...on the back of it. And kind of high up.

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”