in the air while Mother took the medicine dropper and squirted some stuff in his nose.
It ran down his trunk like a streak of fire, and Little Elephant thought the top of his head was going off. Big tears began to trickle down his cheeks. Then pretty soon it stopped burning and Little Elephant drew a big breath.
"There, isn't that better," asked Mother. "Now lie still; I'm going to call the doctor."
"Oh, oh, I don'd wand do see the doctor," bellowed Little Elephant, and he ducked down under the covers and pulled them up in a heap so his mother had to make the bed all over again.
Pretty soon the doctor came, with a little black bag in his hand. He was a very old elephant and his skin was all wrinkled.
"Well, well, young man! What's wrong with you?" he rumbled as he placed his glasses astride his trunk.
But Little Elephant didn't answer him because he was looking at that little black bag.
Then the doctor opened the bag. (That was
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