She ventured into the sweltering heat of the desert, armed only with her handbag and an appointment with the witchdoctor...
dodging horrendous metal beasts and grannys with sticks she made it to the cool oasis in record time.
The witchdoctor's baboon assistant was helpful and courtious, our heroine took one of the mildly uncomfortable chairs in the shade and waited...
Many moons went by.
tribes of pygmies appeared and ran riot all around the oasis; a magestic lioness joined the animals, tho she had quite frankly the worst attitude the entrepid adventurer had seen all day.
More moons went by.
only two other seekers had been to see the witchdoctor. The Lioness got mardy and asked the baboon assistant when she was going to be seen. She had arranged to see the witchnurse at the same time our heroine has arranged to see the witchdoctor, but was called to the witchdoctor's hut before our stalwart star.
yet more moons went by, the adventurer never moving from her seat, or complaining to the assistant, but she did start glaring...
Finally the witchdoctor agreed to see her, and it was only a year since she had arrived at the oasis!
A few minutes into the reading and our epic adventurer, who had been expecting a miracle of muscle manipulation received.....
A perscription.
And was told it could take weeks for her tragically injured shoulder to heal.

BITCH!

Our heroine went to the pharmacey next door, got her medication and stalked home in the fading sunlight. Completely fogetting she was supposed to be getting the shopping in on her way back.

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