The sun was blistering hot at the Hansen farm one August afternoon. Fawn and Spot were standing underneath an old apple tree. They were trying to get some much needed relief from the swarms of mosquitoes that were around them
“Ah Spot!” exclaimed Fawn, irritably. “These mosquitoes are driving me crazy. I can’t stand them any longer!”
“If you would just settle down,” said Spot. “They might not bother you as much. Look, I don’t have too many around me.”
“You’ve got enough of them,” said Fawn.
“Well, maybe I do,” said Spot.
“How come they aren’t bothering you as much?” asked Fawn.
“Mosquitoes are just something that we have to live with,” said Spot. “There is no sense getting all frustrated about them.”
“OUCH!” cried Fawn as a mosquito just bit him on the nose.
“Well, you may think that we have to put up with them, but I’m not going to. No way! I’ve had enough of them.”
Fawn started walking up toward the barn.
“Fawn!” Spot called after him. “Where do you think that you are going?”
“I’m going to go find something that I can keep the mosquitoes away with,” said Fawn.
Once inside the barn, Fawn went from stall to stall searching for something.
“Ah,” said Fawn to himself. “I found something! This should do it.”
“Oh Fawn!” laughed Spot, when she saw her friend come out of the barn. “You look ridiculous!”
“This bee-keepers hat should keep the mosquitoes away,” said Fawn.
Fawn went back over to stand under the apple tree.
“See,” said Fawn. “It is working already!”
“Oh no it’s not,” said Spot when she noticed a few mosquitoes flying through the net.
“OUCH!” cried Fawn, when a mosquito bit him on the nose, again. “That hurt!”
Fawn took the bee-keepers hat off his head. This time, he went up to the porch at the main house to look for something to keep the mosquitoes away.
“I think I’ve found something this time,” said Fawn, carrying a can of bug spray. “This should work!”
“Oh Fawn,” said Spot, as she read the side of the can. “It’s not going to work.”
“Why not?” asked Fawn angrily, as he sprayed the contents of the whole can all over himself.
“That can has every bug listed on it except mosquitoes,” said Spot.
“Oh no!” exclaimed Fawn. “OUCH! Oh Spot, what am I going to do? I can’t stand these mosquitoes!”
“I know something that might work,” said Spot. “I think that you may need a bath.”
“Very funny!” exclaimed Fawn. “I’m not dirty.”
“I wasn’t saying that to be mean,” said Spot. “A bath might be what you need.”
Just then, Ricky and Jenny Hansen came over to their two cows.
“Oh Ricky,” said Jenny. “Look at all the mosquitoes around Fawn and Spot!”
“Yes,” said Ricky. “There are tons of them. It looks like Fawn has been trying to get rid of them, too.”
“What do you mean?” asked Jenny.
“Well, just look at the bee-keepers hat on the ground and the empty can of bug spray,” said Ricky.
“Oh poor Fawn,” said Jenny. “Ricky, we have to do something to help them.”
“I know,” said Ricky. “Why don’t we give them a bath?”
“That’s a good idea,” said Jenny.
Ricky and Jenny bathed their two friends with perfumed bath oil.
“Hey,” said Spot, once Ricky and Jenny finished drying the two cows off. “The mosquitoes aren’t near as bad, now. See, I told you a bath would help.”
“I don’t think it’s the bath,” said Fawn. “I think it’s that awful smelly stuff that those two kids put in the water. I smell like a flower garden.”
“At least it is keeping the mosquitoes away,” said Spot.
“Yes,” said Fawn. “However, I’ve got another problem now.”
“What?” asked Spot.
“OUCH!” cried Fawn. “Now there are bumblebees are after me!”