"Kruger, tell Duncan to stop right now, please."
After asking Kruger to yell Duncan's name and let that kangaroo hold his step, I slowed down the speed and then parked the car.
Now I am facing an embarrassing situation: generally speaking, to treat the carsick and relieve the queasy feeling, I can serve Blaze a cup of water and stroke his back while he takes some deep breaths — however, all the water resources we brought for this trip before leaving the thylacine tribe, was stored in Blaze's inner space. In this case, this poor snake was already suffering the nauseous in his stomach, what if he throws other things up when I ask him to take out those water pots?
Therefore, I just went out of my car and opened the door for Blaze, then stood beside him, stroking and cuddling him. Recalling the memories of what my mom did for me when I felt queasy, I turned my head to speak to Kruger:
