Eye Problem

An incident in the early hours of today:

“What’s happened to your eye, Pinot!? June, his right eye’s something wrong!”

“Jesus! Very red! Horrible! Please take him to hospital, darling!”

“All right! I’ll go right away.”

“I don’t know why. This morning I was holding his head while giving drippings, but nothing wrong with his eyes. What have you done, Pinot? Have you scratched your eye, sweetie?”

‘I have no idea, sorry Mum!’ I murmured.

My dad grabs my basket, opens it, and pushes me in it.

(one hour later)

“What did the vet say?” mum asked dad.

“Well, he examined and said that Pinot might have hit his right eye against something.”

“Hmm, what did he suggest then?”

“He gave us eye drops – apply three times a day – and said: ‘Come back tomorrow if it’s still red.’ I’ll take him again anyway. To make sure if he’s all right. That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely! I hope it’s not serious.”

As I cannot open my right eye properly, (I don’t know how red my eye is though.) and it’s blowing today, I don’t think I’m allowed to go into the garden today. After lunch, I might as well have a rest in my red roof house.

Ah, I’m getting hungry. Mmm, that’s a good sign, I think.