5Just what came to mind.
No season in particular in mind.
They're not mine though I would love to borrow them sometime.
"Would you just sit still! Jeez it's like you're five again."
"I can't help it! It stings and burns."
And there they were; those wet, dewy, puppy dog eyes I can't resist.
"I know Sam and I'm sorry, OK? But Bobby said this goo had to go on the bite before the end of the full moon."
God I hated the fact that I was causing my baby brother more pain.
The gunk Bobby gave us before we left on the hunt stank and looked horrible but I would keep slathering goo over the bite if it keeps my Sammy alive.