"Mushu, I think it's worst" Mulan said ties to get up, but kept falling back onto her bunk from her illness.
"I have to get dress fast, my stomach still feels so queasy" Mulan leaned against the tent pole to lift herself up; once more.
"Come on Gal, you have a sixty mile march to do" Mushu tells her, watching her head gone back into the wooden bucket once more.
"Oh shut up will you and that hair of a dog, made me even sicker then before" Mulan cries out; yet with one more pull on the pole; she was able to get to her stagger two feet.
Mulan quickly got dress into her own uniform; stumbles out of the tent with the hangover and being tipsy at the same time.
“Will at least I’m not alone” half the army was in the same boat as her "Sixty miles, I can't even walk sixty feet without vomiting" Mulan said to her guardian dragon.
Tue Jan 10 20:11:57 2006