"
"Oh, dear!" cried Nurse Jane. "And all the nice cakes I have baked. I
know what I'll do," she said to herself. "I'll call in Dr. Possum.
Perhaps Uncle Wiggily needs some of the roots and herbs that grow in
the woods--wintergreen, slippery elm or something like that. I'll call
Dr. Possum."
And when the animal doctor came he looked at the bunny uncle's tongue,
felt of his ears, and said:
"Ha! Hum! You have the Spring fever, Uncle Wiggily. What you need is
sassafras."
"Nurse Jane has some in the bungalow," spoke Mr. Longears. "Tell her
to make me some tea from that."
"No, what is needed is fresh sassafras," said Dr. Possum. "And, what
is more, you must go out in the woods and dig it yourself. That will
be almost as good for your Spring fever as the sassafras itself. So
hop out, and dig some of the roots."
"Oh, dear!" cried Uncle Wiggily, fussy like. "I don't want to. I'd
rather stay here in bed."
"But you can't!" cried Dr. Possum in his jolly voice. "Out with you!"
and he pulled the bed clothes off the bunny uncle so he had to get up
to keep warm.
"Well, I'll just go out and dig a little sassafras root to please him,"
thought Uncle Wiggily to himself, "and then I'll come back and stay in
bed as long as I please. It's all nonsense thinking I have to have
fresh root--the old is good enough.
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