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“We must do something!” the mayor said. “We The small volcano obeyed, whether he wanted

should call for a doctor. It or not, thinking that spring was due to arrive

After a while the doctor came. He paid the shortly. His cold would go away and he could

patient a visit, wearing a helmet on his head, for breathe again freely.

the volcano hurled rocks with every sneeze. And the days passed, but Sleepy’s cold

The doctor had a giant thermometer dipped persisted. He sneezed and rocks would roll out! He

down, inside the crater and took Sleepy’s would cough and houses would shake as if an

temperature. earthquake had stricken.

“Too high! The patient has a fever, one Everyone was tremendously worried. Many

hundred forty and a half!” He mumbled, shaking his houses had cracks and others roof tiles missing.

head. The pharmacy’s syrup supply was exhausted and

He wrote a prescription at once and ten every two days, trucks from the city would bring

nurses saw to it. They carried the pharmacy’s more.

entire stock in syrup, put it in kettles and emptied Stamatis, who in the meantime had become

it inside Sleepy’s crater. healthy as a spring chicken, saw Sleepy who would

“Nasty!” he grumped, for he did not like the not get better and he was sad. So he put some

syrup’s taste. thought into it and then some more, until an idea

“Silence, for it will do you good!” in one voice came to his head.

the ten nurses spoke.