It was the last of the snow in Sylvania and the boys were still outside having fun.
|"Boys, you better come in, you'll catch a cold!"|
But maybe they had been playing out a little too long. Michael wasn't feeling well at all.
|"Now now little one. I think we'll have to make a trip to the country clinic to see Dr Nettlefeild"|
So Mrs Beaver wrapped them up tight and took them to Sylvania's Country Clinic for a check up.