Hospital Trouble

If anyone is planning an illness anytime soon, I would suggest you don't do it in this state. The baby rabbit finally let me know that the human is going to have to go to the hospital in a few days to get the ankle fixed. Betsy is already packing her spare snitching sack for sneaking along on this venture. Do you suppose those poor patients really need their food over there? Betsy's heard there might be ice cream. I shudder to think what will happen when she gets loose. Those poor, poor patients. And here their insurance is paying for them to be tormented by Betsy Bear.