Fang and Scale

Stomachache

"This weekend, we have our first club fair of the year- the club gathering." Mrs. Viperbite adjusted her glasses. "You can join two clubs max. This could be the group you'll do school events with. My group, for example, is the astronomy club. Have a great day, students, and feel free to poke around the fair."

"I'm going to make a quick stop at the ice cream booth," Leafy said. "Any takers?"

Luna shook her head. "Thanks for the offer but I'm good."

Silhouette winced, sensing she might regret her choice. "A vanilla, please?"

"Okey-dokey!" Leafy flew off.

Luna's ears pulled back and she squinted at Silhouette. "Sil, didn't you have a stomachache the last time you had vanilla ice cream?"

Silhouette's face fell. "I know! I just love it so much! It's just so... delicious!"

"Suit yourself," Luna said. "But if you're going to find a club, try to do it before your stomachache kicks in."

Silhouette settled on a club where she could maintain some peace and quiet and still technically have a "club." Then she found Leafy and got her ice cream after a gentle warning and reminder. "Thanks, Leafy," she said gratefully. She sat down on a bench by another cat, who was eating a fish taco. She began to consume her ice cream in small, rapid bites.

"This is my favorite type of quesadilla," the other cat said randomly.

"Are you talking to me?" Silhouette asked. The other cat nodded. "That's a taco. I don't think it's a quesadilla without the cheese. The... queso."

The other cat laughed. "Well, that's my name, aren't it? And I darn't think a cat should be eatin' Willy's iced cream."

Silhouette narrowed her eyes. "Why's everybody going on about that today?" She said. "It's worth it! I'm fine!" Silhouette's eyes widened and she swiftly turned from the taco cat and threw up. The taco cat let out a shrill scream.