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A Pointless Piece about a Sick Man
0 ReviewsRingo notices that George is not well.
Something wasn’t right with George. His voracious appetite had weakened, and Ringo became worried. The skinny guitarist even deigned to not eat a bite from his sandwich, which was his favourite food; however, he always said he was fine when asked.
How outrageous! Ringo thought in his head. This can’t be George! While George wasn’t looking, Ringo somehow found a way to take his temperature.
“George,” he declared, “you have the flu.”
“I can’t have the flu!” George squeaked.
“Trust me,” Ringo said, “you have the flu. Lucky for me, I’m immune and can take care of you.”
George sighed and slumped in his bed. “Great.”
“Why were you keeping your illness a secret?”
“Cos it’s the summer solstice. I don’t want to stay in bed all day on the longest day of the year!”
“I know, but you need some rest.”
“But Ringo--”
“Rest. Now.”
George sighed again and slid under the covers all the way to try to go back to sleep.
How outrageous! Ringo thought in his head. This can’t be George! While George wasn’t looking, Ringo somehow found a way to take his temperature.
“George,” he declared, “you have the flu.”
“I can’t have the flu!” George squeaked.
“Trust me,” Ringo said, “you have the flu. Lucky for me, I’m immune and can take care of you.”
George sighed and slumped in his bed. “Great.”
“Why were you keeping your illness a secret?”
“Cos it’s the summer solstice. I don’t want to stay in bed all day on the longest day of the year!”
“I know, but you need some rest.”
“But Ringo--”
“Rest. Now.”
George sighed again and slid under the covers all the way to try to go back to sleep.
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