”How are we ever going to tell Fawn about Nanny?” asked Spot.
“I don’t know,” said Heather Hansen. ”He’ll be devastated.”
”I know,” said Spot. ”He loves Nanny very much. I don’t want to be the one to have to tell him.”
”I will tell him,” said Heather.
”Who are you going to tell something to?” asked Fawn, coming out of the barn.
“Fawn,” said Heather. “We have some very bad news for you. Nanny is in the hospital again. She is very, very sick.”
Tears started rolling down Fawn’s face.
“What is wrong with her?” Fawn managed to say a few minutes later.
”She’s just not eating, Fawn,” said Heather, sadly.
For the next few days Fawn was very upset and distraught.
”Have you heard anything new about Nanny?” Fawn would ask each and every person who came by.
”No Fawn,” said Mr. Hansen, on the fourth morning. ”I haven’t heard anything, but there is someone up at the house that might know something.”
Fawn ran up to the house as fast as he could go.
”Grampy!” he yelled when he saw Grampy on the porch, talking to Mrs. Hansen. “I’m so glad to see you!”
”Hi Fawn,” said Grampy, reaching over to pet Fawn on the head.
“How is Nanny?” asked Fawn. “I miss her and I hope she is okay.”
“She is very sick, Fawn,” said Grampy.
”But she is going to be alright, isn’t she?” asked Fawn.
”This time I don’t know,” said Grampy. ”I hope she will be, but I just don’t know.”
Fawn went back to the barn a few minutes later and he saw Heather sitting on a bale of hay, with her eyes closed.
“Dear Lord,” said Heather. “I know my Nanny is really sick and I would like to know if there is anything you could do to help her. I don’t want Nanny to suffer in pain.”
After Heather left the barn, Fawn went into his stall and closed his eyes.
”Dear Lord,” said Fawn. “My name is Fawn and I know that animals don’t pray but, you see, I’m really worried about Nanny. Grampy said she is really sick and everyone here thinks she is going to die. They haven’t come right out and said this, but I can sense something bad is going to happen. I love Nanny and I don’t want her to die.”
”Fawn,” said Spot, who just happened to come into the barn when he just started his prayer. ”That was really nice.”
”You know something,” said Fawn. ”I don’t think Nanny is going to die now. I think she is going to be alright.”
Sure enough, Grampy came over later that afternoon and he had good news.
”Fawn,” said Grampy. “Nanny has pulled through. She is going to be alright!”
”Thank you, Lord,” Fawn prayed that night before he went to bed. ”Thank you for keeping Nanny here with us for a while longer.”