Spot stood beside Fawn’s stall, watching with amazement as her friend cleaned out his stall.
“Fawn!” exclaimed Spot. “What are you doing?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing,” said Fawn, happily. “Oh, this is such a beautiful day!”
Fawn continued working. Soon, he started humming a little tune.
“Fawn, are you sick?” Spot asked him a little while later.
“Yes, Spot, I’m very sick,” said Fawn.
Spot went outside of the barn as quickly as she could.
“Oh my,” said Spot, sadly. “Fawn is always grumpy, and yet today he is happy. He must be really sick. What can I do to help him?”
Jenny and Ricky Hansen, Fawn and Spot’s owners, came down to the barn, to feed their animals.
“Spot!” exclaimed Jenny, dishing out Spot’s usual ration of grain. “What’s the matter with you? You look so sad today. Are you not feeling well?”
“Oh, I’m feeling just fine,” said Spot. “It’s not me that you should be worried about, it’s Fawn.”
“Ricky, come here,” said Jenny urgently. “I think we should call the vet. Spot looks like she is sick.”
“Yes, she does,” said Ricky. “Jenny, you stay here and I’ll go up to the house and call the vet.”
“It’s not me that is sick,” said Spot. “It’s Fawn!”
While Ricky was up at the main house, Jenny went into the barn to give Fawn his french-fries and pop. She was very surprised to see Fawn working so hard.
“Oh Fawn,” said Jenny. “It sure is nice to see that you aren’t sick, like Spot. Look at how nice your stall looks.”
As soon as Fawn heard that Spot was sick, he rushed out of the barn as quickly as he could. By the time he got outside, the veterinarian was standing beside Spot, examining her.
“Oh my, Spot!” exclaimed Fawn. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sick,” said Spot. “You are.”
“What!” exclaimed Fawn. “I’m not sick!”
“You told me in the barn that you were sick,” said Spot.
“I don’t think so,” said Fawn.
Just then, the veterinarian stood back to where Jenny and Ricky were standing.
“Well, there doesn’t seem to be too much wrong with Spot,” said the vet. “Except, that she looks a little depressed. However, I’m sure that she will be just fine in a matter of days. Now, do you want me to check that other fellow over there?”
“You mean Fawn,” said Jenny.
“Yes,” said the vet.
“Yes, you may as well,” said Jenny. “It’s been awhile since Fawn has had a check-up.”
“No, I don’t want that doctor touching me,” said Fawn. “Just leave me alone!”
“What’s wrong Fawn?” asked Spot, when she saw the vet heading straight for him.
“Nothing,” said Fawn.
“You are afraid of doctors,” said Spot. “Aren’t you?”
“Me, afraid of doctors,” said Fawn. “Yeah right.”
“Now let me see your hooves,” said the vet as he bent down to pick one of Fawn’s hooves up.
“This cow looks mighty fine to me,” said the vet. “Have you noticed any surge of energy in either of these two, lately?”
“Well, as a matter of fact,” said Jenny. “Fawn was cleaning out his stall when I went into feed him a little while ago.”
“I wonder if he has what we call spring fever,” said the vet.
“Spring fever!” exclaimed Jenny and Ricky. “What is that?”
“It’s the same thing that we get when spring comes,” explained the vet. “When spring comes, we all usually feel so glad that it’s here, we get an extra burst of energy.”
“See,” said Spot. “You are sick, Fawn.”
“Oh,” remembered Fawn. “When I told you that I was sick this morning, I only meant that I had spring fever!”
“Oh Fawn,” said Spot. “I thought that you were really sick.”
“Me sick,” said Fawn. “I hardly doubt it.”
Both cows were so happy that they frolicked through the fields.
“Yes,” said the vet, happily. “Look at those two. I believe they both have spring fever!”