CHAPTER 10

Not A Very Nice Idea

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Mrs. Claus rushed into the ward.
She was alarmed by what she saw.

"What's going on, Doctor?"

Dr. Winters shook his head. "I never thought I'd hear
myself say this, Mrs. Claus. Never in a million years.
But what we've got here is a bunch of fakers who want to sleep
all day long in nice comfy beds. In short, they're on strike!"

Mrs. Claus thought. "I think I've got an idea.
It's not a very nice one, but-"

She whispered into Dr. Winters' ear.

The reindeer squinted at them. What were they up to?

The doctor's eyes gleamed as he held up a hypodermic needle.

He gave it a squirt. The reindeer stirred.

"Now this might smart a little, you reindeer, but it's for your own good," Dr. Winters said.

The reindeer shot up in bed.

"Don't be alarmed," Dr. Winters said. "You'll just experience some -- er -- ha! ha! ha! -- mild discomfort."

"I feel a lot better, Dr. Winters" Jingles said.

"M-m-me too," Pokey stuttered.

"See you, Dr. Winters" said Igloo, bolting for the door.

"Don't call us, we'll call you," said the rest as they clomped after Igloo.

Mrs. Claus and Dr. Winters split their sides as the reindeer
stampeded down the corridor.

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