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And here's the story that goes with it, written by  liger626 !

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Within the junkyard in the outskirts of town, a loud grumble cuts through the air.

“Is it ready yet, Lucky?” a sickly looking coyote asked as he leaned on against the large
screen placed in front of him. His tongue flopped out as a wave of nausea washed over him.

“Just about done. Just gotta finish wiring the console into the powerline real quick,”
Lucky answered as he fiddled working the wires into place,“And that should do it.”

“Is all this really necessary?” D’arc crossed her arms, “I think he’s just being
overdramatic again.”

“Well it's best to run as many tests to get the most accurate diagnosis and start
prescribing the best treatment,” the blue merle answered.

“Yes...your amazing leader is sick and needs-” he covered his muzzle as a rumble built in
the back of his throat. He let out a large belch as he just leaned against the monitor. A small tuff
of light tan fur drifted to the ground.

“Wait, did YOU eat that squirrel from the stew the other day?” D’arc glared at the fur
clump.

Lucky peeked out from behind the makeshift x-ray machine, “I thought we agreed to let
him go?” He raised his goggles over his head and started to switch on the machine.

“Yeah...so we thought...,” D’arc just glowered.

“We both agreed to spare your- er his life,” Scratch moaned as he felt another wave of
sickness started to surge.

“Just hang in there in a minute we’ll have a clear picture of what's going on in 3...2...” as
Lucky counted down the powerling started to spark as a machine whirled to life. The screen
flickered on and an image of a canine skeletal structure appeared. Within the midsection of the
skeleton was a small...rodent skeleton.

“I KNEW you ate that squirrel!” D’arc barked as she tapped her paw on the ground.

“It seems it is a simple case of indigestion,” Lucky examined.

“You're surprisingly...calm about all this,” the wolfdog observed.

“Well I've seen a lot of medical shows,” the former housepet puffed his chest proudly, “I
should be able to handle a little guts- and did that squil just move?!” He recoiled a bit.

“And apparently someone doesn’t know how to even eat properly,” D’arc growled as he
stamped her foot down.

Lucky started to regain his professional persona, “We-we need to get him out right now!
Lets see, we should give him the Heimlich maneuver!”

“Or a good kick in the stomach,” D’arc snarled.

“Or a bit of ipecac.”

“Or just cut him open.”

Scratch injected, “No cutting or kicking your leader! It's a rule and...-” He belched again
as the squirrel jumped inside, making him dry heave.

“Can we just treat him before taking such draconian action?” Lucky asked.

D’arc snorted, “Fine. But don’t think he’s off the hook. You're going to get a
CHEWING OUT when this is over.”

“Heh. At least my sense of humor is infectious,” the coyote weakly laughed.

“I’m not joking,” D’arc stated dryly.

“Good one...but you're joking right? Luck she’s joking right?”

“Given your weight and the size of the obstruction inside it should take about...” Lucky
muttered through calculations as he paced back and forth.

“D’arc...?” Scratch gave a weak smile. He was only met with a glare with a bit too much
teeth for his liking.

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