wasn't feeling well. Perhaps he'd caught cold from getting so wet. And she was troubled. In the middle of the night she heard Little Elephant crying.
She jumped out of bed and ran into his room. Little Elephant was all doubled up, "Ow-ow-ow! My stomach, my stomach!" he wailed.
"What's the matter with your stomach?" she asked. Now she was sure Little Elephant was sick. It was all her fault for getting him so wet and cold.
"I've got an awful pain right here in my stomach. Ow-ow-ow."
"Now you lie still, Little Elephant, and I'll get something to make the pain go away." In a few minutes she came back with a large hot water bottle and a cup of hot ginger tea. Before he could say a word she clapped the hot water bottle on his stomach. Little Elephant gasped, but it did feel good. Then she fed him spoonfuls of hot ginger tea. All the time she was worrying over what had made Little Elephant sick.
Pretty soon Little Elephant went to sleep and the hot water bottle slid off onto the floor. As Mother Elephant leaned over to pick it up, she spied the plate under Little Elephant's bed. She pulled it out and saw the sugary crumbs. "Humph! Doughnuts!" she snorted softly. "Aunt Amy's been at it again. Always spoiling
