Furnado Animal Shelter; Thursday, 12/14.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon had gone through the day with an increasingly strange feeling in his scales, an uneasiness that seemed to be borne from nothing. Just a bad day, he figured; perhaps because he hadn't been swimming as much in the colder weather, his equilibrium was off. Zora just weren't intended to spend so much time on land, but he was still adjusting, he'd get used to it, everyone had strange days every once in a while.

But when he got to the shelter and found that a lot of the animals seemed just as uneasy, he started to wonder if there was something else afoot. "Do you think there is a storm coming, little ones?" he asked the fish. "Has the wind blown something afoul in the air, feathered friends?" he asked the birds. "Honestly, my feline fellow, I cannot tell if this is your normal bad mood or a particularly sour state for you," he said to that one cat who was pretty much always cranky but seemed so very extra today.

Sidon sighed, determined to get through whatever had them all out-of-sorts today, even going so far as having the vet on staff that day have a look at him for any hints of a sickness that might be settling in. The vet had never done a check-up on an employee like that before, but, considering the employee, she supposed it sort of made sense, and was happy to report a clean bill of health, as far as she could tell.

Furnado is open!