When Miss Hiss heard that Little Chick was ill, she wrote him a note:
I hope you’re feeling better soon.
She slithered down the street. She saw Uncle Oink heading toward town.
“Yoo-hoo,” Miss Hiss called to him. “Would you deliver this note to Little Chick for me? I have some things to do on the other side of town.”
“Certainly,” Uncle Oink squealed. He took the note and trotted away. “Oh my,” he said. “Miss Hiss has messy writing. I’d better write this again for her.”
He found a new scrap of paper and squinted at her note. Then he took out his pig pen and scribbled:
I hope you’re eating better soon.
“That was nice of her,” he said. “Everyone should eat better.”
Mrs. Moo walked up. “Have you heard about Little Chick?” she said. “He has the chicken pox.”
“I was just delivering this note to him from Miss Hiss,” said Uncle Oink.
“I can drop it off,” said Mrs. Moo. “I’m going there now.”
“Thank you,” said Uncle Oink.
On her way over, Mrs. Moo peeked at the note. “Oh my,” she said. “What messy writing. I’ll rewrite this myself.”
So she found a piece of paper and wrote:
I hope you’re eating butter soon.
“How nice,” she said. “There’s nothing like fresh butter.”
When Mrs. Moo arrived at Little Chick’s house, Little Chick was lying in bed. Dr. Quack was taking his temperature.
“Miss Hiss says she hopes you’re eating butter soon,” Mrs. Moo announced.
“Mmm. Butter sounds delicious,” said Little Chick. “All I’ve had to eat is dry toast. Tell Miss Hiss I hope I’m eating butter soon, too.”
After her visit, Mrs. Moo went to give Miss Hiss the message. On her way, she bumped into Uncle Oink. “Would you please tell Miss Hiss that Little Chick hopes he’s eating butter soon?”
“Certainly.” Then Uncle Oink said to himself, Mrs. Moo must have meant “better,” not “butter.”
Miss Hiss wasn’t home, so Uncle Oink left a message with Neighbor Neigh. “Would you tell Miss Hiss that Little Chick hopes he’s eating better soon?”
By the time Miss Hiss returned home, her throat was starting to feel scratchy. She made some tea.
She was just about to sit down when Neighbor Neigh knocked on her door.
But he couldn’t remember exactly what Uncle Oink had said. So he tried his best.
“I have a message from Little Chick,” he said. “He hopes you’re feeling better soon.”
“How did Little Chick know I wasn’t feeling well?” said Miss Hiss. “That was nice of him. I’ll write him a note.”