“I think he’s a her,” said the Dunce, “but anyhow she’s awfully excited and I think something terrible must have happened.”
The Doctor stepped out onto the Teenie Weenie front porch, and before the house he saw a bird in the act of shaking a tear off the end of her bill.
“Well, madam,” said the Doctor, “what can I do for you?”
“Oh, Doctor,” cried the bird, “please save my baby! I have lost two babies in the last month and please, oh, please, save my last baby for me.”
“Be calm, my dear lady,” said the Doctor, “and tell me all about the case.”
“Well,” began the mother, “I had three lovely babies this spring and about six weeks ago two of them were taken suddenly ill. I did everything I could for them, but they both died and only last night my last baby was taken sick. A squirrel, who lives in a tree near my nest, told me about you and I decided to come to you for help.”
“I’ll get my medicine case and join you in a minute,” said the Doctor, and running into the tiny house he soon returned.
“Jump right onto my back,” said the bird, “and I’ll take you to my baby in a jiffy.”
The Doctor climbed onto the bird’s back and in another minute he found himself sailing over the tops of the trees so fast he could scarcely breathe. In a few minutes the bird landed on a bush and quickly hopped to a pretty nest hidden beneath the green leaves. The Doctor slid off into the nest, where he found a young and very sick bird.
