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Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk

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<h2>DR. HERON</h2> "What was that?" asked the little chipmunk as he swallowed the cork. But, goodness me, Little Jack Rabbit was too frightened to answer. He let the glass bottle drop to the ground, smashing it all to smithereens. "The maple syrup was fine," went on Chippy Chipmunk, "but what was that hard little lump I swallowed?" "Oh, please don't swell up and bust!" begged the little rabbit. "Mother says if you swallow a cork it will swell and swell inside you until you can't stand it any longer." "What's that?" asked the little chipmunk. "Did I swallow a cork?" "Yes, you did," sobbed Little Jack Rabbit. "And it's all my fault. I let it drop into your mouth by mistake. Of course, you didn't see it. How could you, with your eyes shut?" Chippy Chipmunk was now thoroughly frightened. "You've murdered me, that's what you've done, Little Jack Rabbit. Oh, what shall I do?" Just then who should come along but Dr. Heron. He had very long legs and a very long bill. All doctors have very long bills, otherwise it wouldn't pay to be a doctor. "What's the trouble?" he asked, opening his little black bag. "Anybody sick?" "I'm going to be," cried Chippy Chipmunk. "Oh, dear Dr. Heron, don't let me die! Please don't!" "Stuff and nonsense! Don't talk like that!" said the big bird doctor. "Put out your tongue." "Can you see the cork?" asked Little Jack Rabbit. The little chipmunk was just going to ask the same question, but Dr. Heron had hold of his tongue, so he couldn't. "See what?" asked the doctor. "What are you talking about?" "Chippy Chipmunk swallowed a cork," said Little Jack Rabbit. "And he'll swell up and bust in just a few minutes. Oh, dear, oh, dear. And it's all my fault." "Well, I do see something," said Dr. Heron, squinting down the little chipmunk's throat. "My, but it's a long way down." And Dr. Heron looked very serious, very serious indeed. <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> "Now sit still and don't you sneeze. Open wider, if you please; Maybe I can pull it out If you do not cry or pout." </div> </div> Then he pushed down his long thin bill and pulled out the cork. "Oh joy!" cried Chippy Chipmunk as soon as Dr. Heron let go of his tongue. "I usually charge ten little fishes for an operation like this, but, seeing it's you, and I didn't have to come all the way over to your house, I'll ask only five," said the kind bird doctor. When Little Jack Rabbit heard this he winked his tail and wagged his nose at the chipmunk, and the first thing you know away they went, leaving the doctor's bill unpaid, which wasn't a very nice thing to do. No indeed. <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> When we are well the doctor's bill Is never even thought of, till Old Mr. Malady comes by With trembling hand and tearful eye. </div> <div class="stanza"> We always should be square and true, And pay our bills when they are due. Perhaps then Mr. Malady Will never bother you and me. </div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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