@heroofheliopolis
Yesterday was filled with adventures for the blue triplet. It had been fun until things started to go downhill and fast. Zeus almost snapping his bones into pieces, good times. Last evening the pain was there but Dewey managed to survive but this morning had been a real struggle for the duckling. He couldn’t do a wrong movement all the pain jolted from his ribs to his left arm. He literally had been walking like there was stick stuffed inside him.
Even now Dewey had to admit that there was something really wrong with him, but was too afraid to tell anything to his uncle about it. He might take away the only thing that made Dewey special, his sandals. Yes, Zeus managed to hit Dewey hard with his choice of words. Dewey had been avoiding people just to no one would ask what is wrong with him. He didn’t want to lie, that was not his cup of tea but instead keeping things away from others. That’s more how Dewey roll.
Now the young duckling was on his way to the houseboat. Was he gonna tell Donald about this? Nope. But there was other person who would help him out. Storkules. Dewey flew quietly to the boat, peeking inside just to make sure uncle Donald wasn’t there. Gladly he didn’t see Donald, but Storkules was there, the person he was hoping to see.
“Hey buddy! How was the first night at your new home?” Dewey asked in cheery tone as he flew inside, actually opening the doors to absolutely make sure Donald was not in here. “Okay coast is clear-.. I need your help, badly! I don’t know what happened but-... We need to go to the doctor. I can’t walk properly, breathing hurts and it’s very uncomfortable to lie down.” cheery mood was gone and was replaced somewhat panicky tone in his voice.
