“Hey Fawn!” exclaimed Spot, happily. “Why don’t we go outside and play!”
“I don’t know, Spot,” said Fawn. “I’m pretty tired right now.”
“Tired!” exclaimed Spot. “Fawn, how could you be tired? You slept in until almost noon. Are you feeling alright? You don’t quite look yourself today.”
“I guess I’m alright,” said Fawn.
“Well, I’m going to go outside and play,” said Spot. “It is such a beautiful spring day. I don’t want to miss out on any sunshine.”
“Have fun,” said Fawn, yawning.
“See you later,” said Spot.
Spot went outside to play. The sun shone through the trees and there was a cool breeze dancing over the hilltops.
“I wish Fawn could have came outside with me!” exclaimed Spot, sadly. “It is such a beautiful day.”
“Hey Spot!” exclaimed a robin, who landed just in front of her front hooves.
“Mr. Robin!” exclaimed Spot. “It is so good to see you again! How was your winter?”
“My winter was just fine,” said Mr. Robin. “How was your winter?”
“It was a long one,” said Spot.
“Hey, where’s Fawn?” asked Mr. Robin. “I thought that he would be out here with you, enjoying the fresh air.”
“Yes, I was hoping that he would be too,” said Spot. “Fawn, didn’t feel like coming outside today.”
“That doesn’t sound like Fawn,” said Mr. Robin. “Is he sick?”
“I don’t know,” said Spot. “He doesn’t look quite like himself.”
“That’s too bad,” said Mr. Robin. “I was going to ask if he would like to come to my birthday party tomorrow, but if he isn’t feeling well, maybe I shouldn’t bother.”
“Let’s go and ask him anyway,” said Spot. “Besides, it may be just the thing to cheer him up.”
“Are you sure?” asked Mr. Robin.
“Yes,” said Spot.
Mr. Robin and Spot went into the barn.
“Fawn!” called Spot, from just inside the barn door. “Fawn, where are you?”
There was no answer.
“Now, that is weird,” said Spot. “I wonder where he is!”
Just then they heard a loud moaning sound. It came from Fawn’s stall.
“Fawn!” exclaimed Spot, rushing over to find her friend. “Fawn, are you alright?”
Fawn laid on the cold barn floor. He was in a lot of pain and couldn’t move.
“Mr. Robin, would you fly over to the main house and get Mr. Hansen?” asked Spot, worriedly. “Fawn is very sick!”
Within minutes, Mr. Hansen and Mr. Robin arrived at the barn.
“We are going to have to call the vet,” said Mr. Hansen, after taking a quick look at Fawn. “He is very sick.”
The vet arrived shortly.
“Doc, please tell me what’s wrong with my friend?” asked Spot, with tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Your friend will be just fine,” said the vet. “He has a case of appendicitis and will have to be operated on.”
“Oh! Poor Fawn,” cried Spot. “He is not going to like the hospital one bit.”
“Who says we are going to take him to a hospital?” said the vet. “We have to operate on him right here and now!”
Spot thought for sure that she was going to faint but she knew that she would have to be strong for Fawn’s sake.
“Look Spot,” said the vet, a little while later. “I’m all finished and your friend is doing just fine.”
“Oh thank you!” cried Spot. “Thank you very much!”
Spot was so relieved when the operation was over.
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