Too Diabolically Sick

 As Logged By:

Agent Rose

 

An achy head is never fun.

Nor is a nose that wants to run.

A sore throat makes it hard to eat,

I can't even handle my favorite sweet!

 

 Will this bug ever go away?

Will I feel like myself at the end of the day?

Here comes Mommy to offer some comfort

To all of this discomfort.

 

I'm sorry Agent Chase, I'm sorry Agent West.
 
My diabolical plans must be delayed.
 
I'm too sick to think, I'm too sick to scheme.  My achy head makes it hard to move, and my stuffy nose makes my face feel like a swollen balloon.
 
All I want to do is sleep, but sleep keeps evading me.
 
My eyelids will droop, just before my nose decides to sound a loud hoot, snoot, toot!  Rolling over doesn't help.  All it does is make me head feel as heavy as an anvil.
 
Oh, why won't this bug go away!?
 
"WAAAAHHHHH!  WAAAAAAHHHHH!  WWAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
 
"It's okay, Sweetie," Mommy comes hurrying in.  "I'm here.  It's okay."
 
She reaches in to pick me up.
 
PPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTHHHHHHHFFFFFFFTTTT!
 
At least my toots still work.
 
 
Upcoming Log:  Diabolical Ladybug Lair
 

 

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