"Timmy, c'mon! Let's GOOO!"
Yelled the visually irritated gym coach, fidgeting with his silver whistle which dangled from a cord strung around his neck.
"Yeah, yeah...I-I'm coming..."
Timmy managed to reply as he stepped away from his water source.
Timmy struggled to act as natural as possible, wincing as he gained a full-blown tail. "Timmy, I'm having a feeling you're just TRYING to fail."
The coach growled as he lifted his whistle to his lips.
"N-no, s-sir...I, I'm not feeling well.."
Timmy muttered, stumbling slightly backwards.
The coach sighed, pulling out a small wad of pink slips. "Listen, go to the nurse, get a bag of ice or whatever."
The coach ripped a small slip off the bundle and handed it to Timmy.
Timmy looked at the slip, then up to the coach. "You gonna go?" Demanded the teacher as he held out the little slip.