Chapter 12: Asthma (with my apologies- this one is more serious)

Brain: Ah, what a beautiful day for a run.

Common Sense: Beautiful day, yes, but the hidden pollen is going to kill us.

Brain: But look, the sun is shining, and it's nice and warm. Ooo! I'll wear short sleeves and get a tan.

Vanity: Farmer tan. We don't want that.

Brain: Oh well. It will all balance out eventually.

Vanity: I'm not so sure about that.

Brain: Here we go. Aaaahhh, what beautiful air...

Lungs: Nope. Not beautiful. Not... beautiful.

Brain: Air! Need air! Everyone get on this!

Nose: I'm not big enough to get what we need.

Vanity: Wow, that's the first you've ever not been big enough.

Brain: Air.

Nose: You said that.

Brain: I know. It's all I can think of. Help!

Mouth: Doing what I can. Gulping all the air I can.

Lungs: Really? I'm not getting it.

Throat: That's because I'm choking! I'm too swollen to let the air in.

Brain: Need to open Throat.

Lungs: Okay, I'll push from my end.

*cough, cough*

Mouth: Okay, refilling...

Lungs: Still not getting it!

Brain: Help! All functions shut down and solve this problem!

Legs: Gotcha. Stopped.

Fingers: Here's the inhaler.

Brain: Use it!

**uses inhaler**

Lungs: Aaaaahhh. Air. :)

Brain: Aaaahhh. Air.

Throat: Yuck.

Brain: Sorry, Throat. Small price to pay. Moving on.