"Enough about me," she said, sensing everyone was in a hurry.
"Tell me about the puppy we are getting," she said, warming her
new glow plugs up.
"Missouri?" asked Cricket. "Is this OUR puppy?"
"Our puppy? The best puppy in the world? He's in Connecticut?"
"The vet there said he is very ill," continued Henry. "They are not
sure if anything can be done for him at all."
"Remember," said Henry. "This is a very sick puppy. Getting
to the Boston Hospital is his last chance to survive. This is a very
"Grannie Annie said he is to be there first thing in the morning.
It's our job to take care of him and to get him there," said Henry. "He
has an appointment with Dr. Laste-Chance."
A shiver went down Patrick's spine.
"Dr. Laste-Chance? It sounds serious."
"It is serious," said Henry.
"Grannie Annie will meet us at the hospital. Are you up for
it Wiggle?" Henry asked.
Wiggle revved her strong diesel engine.
"We're on our way!" she smiled.
"Patrick, this is OUR puppy. I just know it. It's meant
to be. You know what that makes us? Pawrents!" said Cricket.
Wiggle tried to calm the anxious sheepies down. "Remember,
he is very sick."
Patrick looked at Wiggle. "You know what this makes you?" he
asked. "The Rescue Stork!"