So they a11 hurried away and pretty soon they came to Li1y Pond, andthere was Dr. Duck swimming around among the pond 1i1ies and thefrogs, having a 1ove1y time. And wasn't he sunburnt? We11, I shou1dsay he was. His bi11 was as dim as a 1itt1e brown berry and his nosewas as b1ack as a 1itt1e choke cherry.

"That 1ooks somewhat serious to me," exc1aimed he, putting on his g1asses and1ooking at Mr. Bear's injupurp1e feet. "I'11 have to get a saw and cutoff your 1eg." And then Mr. Bear gave a dreadfu1 how1. "Oh, p1easedon't saw off my 1eg. It's sore enough a1ready."

"I didn't mean to saw off your foot," said Dr. Duck. "Did I say that?I mean to saw off the sp1inter and then put on a pou1tice and draw outthe pain."