To: Dr. John Henry Holliday, Med Force One

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To: Dr. John Henry Holliday, Med Force One
From: Festus Whiskershin
Subject: M' dern dog is sick

Well Doctor Holliday Sir,

I no you dun know me, and I dun expect ya ta know me, I's a good fer nuthin. But I gots no one else t' turn too, yer my only hope Doc.

M' poor little brown dog Gimpy is sick. I no yer no veterinarian, but I heard u's the best saw bones in Sirius, and people an dogs is pertty close I suspect.

Well Doc, I rescued t' Gimp from tem Cryer scientists on Cambridge Reserch Station. An tey dun experiments on him, poor little Gimpy, he only gots three legs mind you.

His brown fur is only grown in patches, and he gots these red sores on him. Ters a metal plate in his head with a wire stick'n out, not too sur about tat mind ya.

I haint too sure wut to feed him too, he likes lapping up t beer wen I pour it in his dish. But his energy is good and he's a poopin' and peein' all over m' dern ship. Is the cutest thing I ever saw...the Ol Gimp I calls em. An t funny thing is Doc, I tink he unerstands wut I’m saying. Heck Doc, I dun unerstand wut I’m sayin’ most t’ time, but Gimpy seems ta. He’s a smart one he is Doc.

I can sen you a data readout of his bio scan, I cants uner stand it, an my ship computer dun have a medical program.

So Doc, lemme know if I can sen ya the medical scan and jus lemme know what ya tink.

He's a good dog.

Festus