Illness in the Ranks

Wodin was most distraught. She was sick. She was so sick, that when she opened her mouth, no sound whatsoever came out! (true story) She sat there amongst many people, and unable to join in because of her lack of noticeable vocal capability. She sat feeling most miserable.

But Lo! who should come along but the mysterious and ever-elusive Masked Mal! Mal sat down next to Wodin and began to talk, "Hi there! I noticed that you were sitting here all alone, so I thought I would come sit by you and cheer you up. Say, is something wrong? You know, I have the funniest story to tell about the other day, it involves a long complicated mess concerning things you don't even know what I am talking about because, well, you just don't, and…"

Wodin opened her mouth to tell Mal that she was ill, and not really feeling herself, but no sound escaped her mouth! Wodin realized with great horror that she was trapped! She could not rudely walk away from such a lovely friend as Mal, but she could not stand to listen to this silly story about the rebels having stolen the plans to the Empire's Galactic Space station that could blow up an entire planet. Whoops! I got a little carried away there in some other story. Anyways, you get the idea.

Wodin was just forced to suffer until (Series crossover. Refer to "The Chronicles of Friedrick and Fluff) Fluff, with all of her spunk, swung in on a vine like Tarzan and swept Wodin into her arms and swung her away from the crazy Mal, who was still telling her story with glee and didn't notice that Wodin was missing. But it was better that way. Everyone was happy. Mal thought she was being listened to, and Wodin escaped.

Wodin profusely thanked the little bear (in writing. Remember? She couldn't speak!)

Fluff waved away the compliments, and said, "Shucks, little lady. That's my job. Now, iffn you ever git in iny tr'bble agin, jest holler, an' Ah'll be there quicker'n a horsefly kin bite!" Fluff winked, and swung out of there.
Wodin returned to Mal 3 hours later (she had used the time to see a movie) and just in time for Mal to finish her recounting of her tale of the little ship (the Minnow) and the Skipper, and a professor, and Gilligan, and. . . . anyway, you get the picture.

Mal asked, "So what's YOUR opinion?"

Wodin scratched her chin, and thought, "I think that French fries are a delicacy best served when sprinkled lightly with marmalade and faerie dust." Mal clapped her hands and was overjoyed (this was the first time someone had actually listened to her! Or so she thought). Together, they went off home, just as Wodin remembered she had spoken! Her voice was back! And that was that.