Bobby Adams was very quiet as Dr. Smith examined him. The doctor looked at the boy’s throat, took his temperature and listened to his heart. Finally, he asked Bobby’s mother a few questions.
“When did Bobby begin to feel ill ?”
“This morning when he got up. He said he felt too sick to go to school today.”
“What did he had for breakfast ?”
“He had orange juice, two pieces of buttered toast, dry cereal, and milk.”
“I see.” The doctor asked Bobby,”How do you feel now, my boy ?”
Bobby answered,”Terrible. I think I’m going to die.”
The doctor said,”You won’t die. In fact, you’ll be fine by dinner time.”
“Oh, Doctor ! Do you really think so ?” Bobby’s mother looked very glad.
Dr. Smith answered,”Mrs. Adams, you son has a sichnes that a very common to boys at a time like this. It comes and goes very quickly.”
Mrs. Adams said,”But I don’t understand.”
“Today,” the Doctor told her,”the most important baseball game of the year is on television. If Bobby feels well enough to watch television this afternoon, and I think he does, he will be fine when the game is finished. It’s the only cure I know for this sickness. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go across the street to see the Morton’s boy, Alfred. He seem to have the same thing Bobby has today.”
Friday, 10 April 2009
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