The jab

The jab

June 4, 2019
The dishevelled little owl went to see her (excellent-and-intelligent) GP for some regular owl maintenance and when all was almost done, her (insightful-and-omniscient) GP said, "Have you had your flu jab?"
"No," said the little owl in her I-don't-like-needles voice.
"Good!" said her GP (in her let's-sort-this voice.) "Let's do it NOW!"
And so she led the (VERY dishevelled) little owl to the room where the nurses did their jabbing, and left her there.
The little owl told the nurse preparing the Awful Flu Needle about the video she had seen of the doctor who sang and tickled a baby so she didn't even notice the needle he gave her. 
"Ah, yes! I've seen that one," said the nurse with the Awful Flu Needle.
Just then, another nurse appeared (most co-incidentally). She jiggled her silver sneakers at the little owl (most entertainingly) and pointed out how MAGNIFICENT it was that they should be wearing THE VERY SAME COLOURED SNEAKERS!
The little owl was delighted. (Of course, she was!)
The nurse did a little dance.
The little owl asked whether the nurse's silver sneakers were as comfortable as her own silver sneakers (which were very comfortable indeed.) She had just barely-and-partially asked this question when she felt the tiniest, barely-there tickle on her arm. When she turned to look, the Nurse with the Awful Flu Needle had moved away, and there was a band-aid placed neatly on her shoulder.
"Oh," said the little owl. "Did you just do that?"
"Yes, I did," said the Nurse with the Awful Flu Needle.
"I didn't even feel it hardly in the least bit!" said the little owl (no longer dishevelled.)
"No," said the Nurse with the Awful Flu Needle.
"No," said the nurse with the silver sneakers.
And they smiled at each other. (Pleased as only smarty-pants nurses, can be.)