11.Tests and I'm Sorry
The following morning a staff-hand released me warily from my cage and I hurried to Annie's trailer. There I met the doctor and Ringmaster before we went inside. “Annie, do you know where those shots are?” Ringmaster asked as we sat in the trailer again.
“Yes. I have them in my bag,” she answered as she handed the bag over to the doctor.
“First, I have to take some of your blood now, James,” the doctor explained as he stuck the needle into my front paw. He exacted the blood he needed, while I cringed a little from the pain. “Now for the shot,” he continued before he injected the shot into my paw.
“Dad, you look...wonderful,” Annie exclaimed as I sat there as a human-lion.
The doctor exacted more blood; then he finished, “I need to get some blood from Mighty Mike. Please excuse me.” He then rushed off with the blood samples and another shot.
“Come James. I should put you away,” Ringmaster said as he started towards the door; then he glanced back at me. “I can't do that, can I? That would be weird.”
“Sir, can he stay here? Please,” pleaded Anna as I wrapped my arms around her.
“Alright, I'll will be back in a hour,” he answered before he left.
I moved up beside Annie and cradled her in my arms. “You know, I never got to do this when you were a cub?” I asked before I kissed her forehead.
“Yes Dad,” she smiled before her smile gave way to a frown again. “Dad? Who will do the show tonight?”
“I don't know, sweetie; but how are your legs feeling?” I asked as I sniffed her bandages.
“Sore, but the doctor gave me some medicine; so they are turning numb,” she laughed as she laid her head on my furry chest.
“I'm so sorry you got hurt,” I cried and she reached up and stroked my mane.
“It isn't your fault, Dad,” she yawned before she fell asleep in my arms.
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Living Like A Lion-The Circus
FantasiPart 3-Living Like A Lion James still has to be changed back; but now that the zoo is closed, will that ever happen? Can his wife and friend, John, find the money to create the formula? Or will he be stuck at his new home at the circus?