Frank Has Died of Dysentery

So, I've just spent about six hours doing my first homework assignment of the year, I have to get up and go to work in four and a half hours and, obviously, this is the best possible time to post fic.

Thanks to strangecobwebs for betaing this repeatedly (and apologies for anything which I have managed to screw up afresh at this point), to iuliamentis for being patient while I went crazy over this, and to misspamela for insisting that I had to post with this title. Because, yes.

If the title is causing you to worry that this is deathfic, you probably shouldn't read it. Not because of Frank's death from dysentery, but because it's not going to make very much sense.



Gerard, May 2007.
Gen, PGish. 1,056 words.
"And we lost Toro fording a river, but I'm getting pretty good at hunting, so I don't think Mikey and I will have to eat you."

( Frank Has Died of Dysentery )