Mùa khật khừ chuyển nên phòng mạch của Mrs. Doc đông như tổ kiến.
Ôi những con kiến không khỏe.
Những con kiến mệt.
Những con kiến ho hen/chảy nước mắt/buồn hiu hắt như những đốm lá thu bay ngoài song cửa…
– Do you have a fever?
– A little.
– Do you cough?
– A little.
– Do you feel pain in left chest?
– A little.
– Can you eat?
– A little.
– Can you sleep?
– A little.
– Can you laugh?
– A little.
– Can you cry?
– A little.
– Can you keep flapping around like the wings of a butterly?
What the heck!
Doc, please! Stop those nonsense questions.
I just want some medicine.
I think I’ve gotten the flu.
– You don’t have flu. You are blues. All you need is just a lollipop.
– Huh???
– Pick a pink lollipop in that crystal box . It might help cheer you up.
– No medicine?
– Medicine for illness. You are not illed.
– Are you sure, Doc?
– Definitely. Been there. Done that. Every beginning of the fall.
– What else I suppose to take except that lollipop?
– Think happy thoughts.
– How so?
– Once upon a time there was a little princess…
Áhhhhh…
Okie.
I’ll take the pink lollipop & go shopping then.
Later, silly Mrs. Doc!
Before that white/bitter winter comes, we shall meet, again.
Phù Dung
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