Chapter Five
“Animal Dwarf Bandits” Strike Again! Bank Manager Shot!
—Front page headline from the Johnstown Herald
Thelonious rolled over on the hard mattress of his motel-issue bed and groaned. Every swallow of saliva was a torturous scrape of sandpaper against the back of his throat. Rivers dripped from his nostrils. Even his muscles ached. Sneezing his way into the bathroom, he clambered up onto the desk chair he’d left by the vanity. The furry face staring back at him from the mirror didn’t belong to his usual handsome self. His eyes were bloodshot, his muzzle damp and crusty. He wouldn’t be winning any prizes for his good looks today.
Between his near-fatal encounter with psycho Elmer Fudd and getting caught in a downpour, no wonder he was under the weather. A few tablets and he’
