I wonder if you remember where we left off in the last story? Well, in
case you don't, I'll tell you. Billy Bunny and Uncle Lucky were taking
the donkey to the doctor, for the donkey had sprained his tail while in
bathing with the two little rabbits, you know.
Well, when they reached the doctor's house he wasn't in, but his wife
was. So Uncle Lucky thought he'd tell her what was the matter with the
donkey, for the donkey was feeling pretty miserable and wouldn't get out
of the automobile, but just sat there braying every once in a while in a
mournful way.
"Why don't you give him a sugar pill?" asked the kind doctor's wife. "I
haven't got any sugar pills," said Uncle Lucky, and neither had Billy
Bunny, although he looked all through his knapsack and in the cabaret of
the Luckymobile.
"I'll get you some," said the doctor's wife, and presently she brought
out a little round box just full of sugar pills.
"The directions are on the cover," she said, handing the box to Billy
Bunny, who ran back to the automobile to give some to the poor donkey,
who was braying dreadfully just then.
Well, the little rabbit gave him one at once and then he read over the
directions.
"One every minute until the patient feels worse and then one every
second until the box is empty!"
"Gracious me!" exclaimed the little rabbit, "that's enough to cure one
of ever getting sick again," and I guess you'd have thought the same
thing if you had bitten one of those little sugar pills, for they were
dreadfully bitter inside.
Well, Uncle Lucky and Billy Bunny took turns giving those pills to that
obstinate braying donkey. Uncle Lucky held the watch and Billy Bunny
held the donkey. You see, it took almost a minute to get a pill down
that obstinate donkey so that as soon as one was down it was time to
start with another, and as Uncle Lucky said it was dangerous not to
follow directions exactly when giving medicine, it was just about all
the two little rabbits could do to take care of that obstinate donkey.
"Oh, let me go, I humbly bray.
I'll never be sick again, I say.
Don't make me take another pill;
They're only sugared on the sill.
"Inside they're bitter as can be.
You'll surely end in killing me.
Oh, let me go, I humbly bray,
I'll never be sick again, I say."
"Well, if you'll promise," said Uncle Lucky, "you may go." And would you
believe it, that donkey jumped out of the automobile and whisked his
tail and started for home as fast as you please, just as though he had
never been sick. Wasn't that wonderful? And if I can get that pill box
from Billy Bunny, I'll tell you the name of those pills in the next
story.