Last week, there was something wrong with my little brother. He wasn’t quite the same, wasn’t acting his usual chirppy self. He was slow, sad and crying a lot. My humans kept saying he was sick, referring to something called a “fever”. I’m guessing this was something serious, he slept a lot and was quite warm.
Naturally I was worried, so I stayed by his side to keep an eye on him. Whenever he stirred, I’d go a let my humans know. I’m not sure what possessed me to do this, maybe it was some sort of natural instinct. Either way, I’m glad to report that he is all well and back to his mischevious self.
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