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Road to Recovery - Romeo - Dec 16 2016
Romeo clutched his ukulele, heart thundering like the worst of storms. His puffy tail swished and his fur was mattered and uncomfortable, dirty and smelly. What he had just escaped out of had been an unbelievably powerful river, but he managed through it without losing anything other than blood. Romeo recalled the disastrous events, strumming on his ukulele to comfort him and his sorry heart.
Romeo had tumbled, whilst sleeping, into the raging river of Polaris. He had woken suddenly, two strong paws clutching his ukulele. He whimpered with terrible pain. The anguish that conquered his beautiful voice was unbearable, and the young male raccoon dog kept hitting himself against rocks and so blood just kept flowing. He failed to constantly stay above the water, and he felt sure he would drown. The world was spinning and spinning around him but there was only one thing Romeo had his eyes on. His ukulele. His ears flattened against his drenched face as he dropped underneath the water again, wincing as water made its way into his lovely eyes. He yowled with pain, padding desperately towards the far-away shore. Romeo's heart pounded in his crystal chest as he slowly grew unwilling to keep trying to survive and battle the waves. Romeo knew that the waters shouldn't be this strong but for some odd reason they were. Perhaps some angry spirit wanted Romeo dead and had sent such a brutal force upon him there was no way of survival?
Romeo didn't know. All he could remember after that was plopping underwater for the final time and praying his final prayer.
Then Romeo had woken up in Pisces, in a tiny pool of blood. His cramped paws were still frozen around the ukulele and his heart ached. His tail thumped gently against the ground. Maybe the spirits had just meant to torture him! Hopefully, his wounds would heal soon enough. So he curled up in a sodden ball and waited for the dancing atmosphere to wash away his blood and memory until he was the proper Romeo that had been singing before he nearly drowned.