This is Ria. Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People. Why do I feel hot all of a sudden? Oh, I hope I don't have a fever. Oh, it's just the fireplace blazing in my tiny little studio.

Well, whether you have a fever or not, I think you will enjoy this story.

And it's a bit lengthy, so let's get things rolling.

It's called Breathe Easy on the Sleep Railroad.

Take it away, Chloe.

Remember, there are no pictures.

You have to imagine the pictures in your mind.

You can imagine them however you want.

Okay, here we go.

Okay. you are. Okay, here we go. Lambden was sick, sicker than he'd been in years. It was no wonder, really, given that for the last

month at school, as Professor Honeywell discussed the intricacies of spinning wheels,

and Mr. Huffley took the students on an enlightening tour of the wool trade throughout history,

and Mrs. Jarnson detailed the mechanics of yarn dying, young sheep all around Lambden, cough,

and sneezed, and generally spread their germs as far and as wide as possible.

Professor Honeywell, we're out of tissues again.

Please have your parents send tissues, children.

Even so, Lambden usually sailed through the winter months with nary a sniffle.

He was so apparently immune.

He'd taken to volunteering in the nurse's office during his after-lunch study hall.

Lamden, do you have any Superlam Band-Aids?

We're all out. We've got blue band-aids.

All right.

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