My rehabilitation has begun in earnest! Last night, one of the Guardians stood at one end of the living room shaking a bag full of treats. I figured that the Guardian was offering Me treats to help Me regain My strength after My surgery. Even though My leg is still stiff and weak, I got up and walked on over there to get a treat.
After arriving at the Guardian and receiving a delicious morsel, I was a little surprised that the Guardian got up and walked to the opposite side of the room. She then shook the bag again and asked Me if I wanted another treat. Of course I did! What a silly question. I immediately walked over to her to get My next rehabilitative snack.
As I devoured this second strength-restoring nugget, the Guardian again relocated to the opposite side of the room. Again she shook the bag and asked if I wanted a treat. I was a little exasperated by this behavior, and My leg was getting pretty tired, but I knew I needed as many treats as I could get if I was going to make a full recovery. So I pulled Myself together, got up, and trekked back across the room to receive My next dose of treat-ment.
Again the Guardian crossed the room and again she rattled the bag and asked if I wanted a treat. I sat and looked at her for a moment, trying to figure out why I couldn’t just have all My treat-ments in one place. I finally decided that she must have just wanted to get a little exercise while she was treating Me. I didn’t want her to not take care of her own health on My account, so I just got back up and walked over to her. On this trip, Brother Oliver joined Me in what I believed to be a touching show of solidarity.
When we arrived at the Guardian, Brother Oliver ate one of My treat-ments. When I asked him why he did that, he said, “Leader Otis, I just want you to know we’re in this thing together! I just want to prove to you how committed I am to seeing you recover. If that means I have to take these treat-ments right along with you, then so be it!”
I was extremely touched by Brother Oliver’s gesture. When the Guardian again relocated to the other side of the room, Brother Oliver and I walked proudly, side-by-side, to meet her for My next dose. To My amazement, Brother Henry also joined our march, and he too showed his solidarity by taking a treat-ment.
By this time I was pretty tired, no doubt from all of the treat-ments I had taken. I told the Brothers that I thought I could take no more for the night and I thanked them for their show of support. Brother Henry looked puzzled for a moment and asked, “What do you mean? Show of support?”, and Brother Oliver interjected, “You know, Brother Henry, He means how we were walking with Him and taking these treat-ments so He could see that we support Him in His recovery!” Brother Henry looked at Brother Oliver for a moment and said, “Treat-ments?… OH! Yes! Treat-ments! Right. Totally supporting you Leader Otis. That’s what we were doing. We were totally just taking these treats…errrr… treat-ments to show how much we care…”
Wow. Such selflessness. My two High Priests really are the greatest.
So Sayeth Otis