So Uncle Wiggily went close up to the boy duck and called out loud, right in his ear, so as to waken him:
"Will you please get me a cup so I may get a drink of water?"
"Hey? What's—that—you—said?" asked the lazy boy duck, slowly, stretching out his wings.
Uncle Wiggily told him over again, but that lazy chap just stretched his legs this time and said:
"Oh—I—am—too—tired—to—get—you—a—cup. You—had—better—go—in—the—house—and—get—it—for—yourself," and then he was going to sleep again.
But, all of a sudden, his mother, who worked very hard at washing and ironing, came to the door and said:
"Oh, dear! If Fizzy-Wizzy hasn't gone to sleep again. Wake up at once, Fizzy, and get me some wood for the fire! Quick."
"Oh—ma—I am—too—tired," said Fizzy-Wizzy. "I—will—do—it—to-morrow—um—ah—er—boo—soo!" and he was asleep once more.
"Oh, I never saw such a lazy boy in all my life!" exclaimed the duck boy's mother, and she was very much ashamed of him. "I don't know what to do."
"Do you want me to make him better?" asked Uncle Wiggily.