“You mustn’t fly around too much, Sally,” said Dr. Pheasant. “Give it a chance to mend a bit.”
“I’ll do as you say, Dr. Pheasant. Will there be any need of me having you again?”
“I don’t think so. If there is, just tell Hoppy Toad. He is always hopping in and around the woods, and knows better than anybody where to find me.”
“I’ll hunt Hoppy Toad up if anything happens, believe me, doctor.”
“Well, I’ve got to call on some sick ganders now. Excuse me, please!”
Dr. Pheasant strutted away leaving Hoppy Toad and Sally Woodpecker by themselves.
“Well, Hoppy Toad, I guess I’ll fly to my nest and take things easy for a while. Good-bye and good luck,” said Sally Woodpecker.
“Good-bye and good luck to you, Sally Woodpecker,” said Hoppy Toad.
Sally Woodpecker flew from the ground a few feet to test her wing, and finding it all right, flew off in a westerly direction to her nest.