“Sorry, you can’t have that. It’s dusty and dirty, not a doggie”
Bracha sighed. Chananya was lying on the floor wailing again. What had happened to her sunny-natured little boy? She picked him up and tried to comfort him.
“Why, I believe you’re sick!” she exclaimed, feeling his forehead. Bracha took his temperature. Sure enough, the little boy was running fever.
As soon as Naftali came home, they took Chananya to the doctor for a check-up. Fortunately, it was nothing worse than a slight flu. His temperature was already going down.
“No medication needed right now,” said the doctor. “Just keep an eye on him to make sure his temperature isn’t rising again. He’ll likely be cranky for a bit, but that’s nothing to worry about.”
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