Care

He didn’t know if the vet would deal with it. This was a wild animal and he wasn’t sure whether domestic veterinarians would be interested but as soon as he had seen the little mole struggling in the park he knew he would have to do something.

The vet’s nurse lifted the cardboard box onto the table. The vet, who looked young enough to be playing in the park, leant forward and lifted the little mole from it’s temporary ‘hole’ and saw immediately the problem.

Trailing from the moles body was a fine, gossamer like, substance that looked a sort of brownie-pink colour under the fluorescent lights. She sighed, this was clearly not good. She reached round and took a book down from the shelf.

“Is it bad?” he heard himself almost stammering. How could he have care about this little helpless furry creature so quickly? “And what is that attached to him?”

The vet held up to the thin membrane and in doing so pointed to the picture in the book.

The vet spoke slowly. “I’m afraid this is getting a lot more common. You have a skin on your mole.”