This weeks objective was to write about the worst person to be a vet - I just had to add some fantasy in there.

The Vet: A Mistake

The cave was vast and dark, they were jagged and rough to the touch. A foul smelling breeze came from the centre of the cave and moved out gagging anyone who came close. The ground was lumpy, spongy even and hard to walk on.

This wasn’t a normal day for Tim and he was quite confused about where he was. Tim was a vet, granted he didn’t really like animals and he wasn’t good at his job but it was a job. His parents had got bored of him drifting from job to job and told him that they would fund any proper profession that he wanted. So, he’d chosen to become a vet, it was a decision he was now regretting.

There was nothing good or friendly about animals, dogs bite, cats scratch, there was that hamster that ran under his shirt, the horse he managed to avoid when it tried to kick him. He’d almost been pecked to death by chickens, rammed by a sheep with horns, chased by a large pig and he still couldn’t visit the local farm as the resident bull had developed a vendetta against him.

Honestly, he’d only tried to take the bull’s temperature, with a thermometer, up his bottom…

Now it seemed he was on a wild goose chase. Some people from the village had expressed some concern about hearing suspicious noises coming from the woods and were worried it might be some injured animal or dangerous threat. They were a suspicious bunch of people and these were suspicious times. Rumors of magic hung in the air…

The cave was disgusting; he’d now slipped twice and was covered in some strange substance. As he contemplated returning home a large growl emanated around the cave and the floor started to move. Tim tried to remain upright and when that failed he tried to scramble away on his hands and knees. It didn’t work; in fact he ended up moving further into the cave. Now Tim felt fearful.

The floor was moving at an alarming speed. It flipped up on itself quite without warning and Tim got a bird’s eye view of some sort of fleshy blob attached to the ceiling before he was catapulted down a small tunnel.

The tunnel was narrow and Tim bumped against the walls as he fell. When he reached the bottom, he fell into a pool of that same disgusting substance, a load of water poured down on his head. Then he narrowly missed being hit by a sheep’s carcass!

Finally after much hard thinking poor dumb Tim realized where he was and he couldn’t help but think that he’d chosen the wrong profession.

The first clue of his whereabouts had been when he first entered the cave, smoke engulfed him and he’d been curious about the jagged fang like rocks surrounding the entrance. The second clue was the spongy uneven surface he’d walked upon and his last clue had been the fleshy blob on the ceiling.

Magic had indeed invaded his land and caused a whole lot of trouble. Tim should have been wearier. As it was Tim felt a little cheated, now the poorly educated vet would spend the rest of his life surrounded by rotten carcasses in the pit of a dragon’s belly.

Perhaps he should have chosen another profession…