Dr. Brady smiled as she pushed open the door and said, “Hello, Jason, what seems to be wrong?”
Jason sat forlorn on the examination table, his hair unwashed and his eyes bloodshot and watery. “Don’t know,” he mumbled.
“It says in your chart,” Dr Brady said as she read it, “that you’ve developed a rash on your arms and back that is bothering you. Why don’t you pull your shirt off so I can see?”
Glumly, Jason grabbed his shirt and pulled it off.
Dr. Brady stared at the feathers and said, “You’re one of the Bellport crew, aren’t you.”