the unauthorized practice of medicine

Dimosthenes

D i m o s t h e n e s

Dimosthenes stared down the steep slope into the giant hole. Did he hear the squeaking of small animals within? The pit was shadowy, but he could see the wave of vegetation. His paw lifted without permission, wanting to go down the incline. He'd always been a pretty reckless, nosy little wolf. He liked exploring whatever he could. And hey, did he have a reason not to go? He would be careful.

With that, he was off, stepping cautiously down into the cavernous gape. As he moved, he imagined what he'd find down there. Maybe a secret civilization of wolves lived there in the dark. Maybe they were trapped, and didn't know how to reach the surface. He could save them and they would crown him king on the spot. He'd have a magnificent robe and a palace and... He lifted one paw to touch his forehead where a bedazzling crown would rest, and at the very moment the earth crumbled beneath his other front paw. Because of the steep angle of the climb down, his back paws couldn't hold on and he tumbled down, the rocks and roots surely scratching and bruising him. But it was worse. His tail cracked loudly against a rock. Suddenly his brain was on fire. He was yelping from that point on.

He eventually rolled to a stop, where he remained curled up, examining the tail. He couldn't touch it without more pain and it was crooked at the midpoint. He stared at it, not knowing what to do. He was no healer.

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the unauthorized practice of medicine

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Dimosthenes