Donald,Daisy,Huey,Louie and Dewey all went to visit Uncle Scrooge one cold autumn day. They knocked before all the bolts were undone. Even then Scrooge looked very suspicious,as if they were Beagle Boys in disguise. The old miser was very surprised to see them all.
“Well,well. I suppose you’d better come in.”he croaked at the door.
“Have you got a soe throat,Great-Uncle Scrooge?”chirped Louie.
“Don’t be cheeky,Louie! Scolded Daisy.
“Stuff and nonsense!”croaked Uncle Scrooge.”I have got a sore throat! The young lad”s right.”
“Sorry to hear that, Uncle,” said Donald symphathetically. “Should I send Dewey out get you some cough drops?”
“No. they cost too much money nowadays,”complained the old miser. “I’d rather suffer the tickle in my throat.”
“You don’t seem very happy,Uncle Scrooge,” soothed Daisy.
“Mind your own business!”snapped Scrooge.
“Poor old Great –Uncle Scrooge,” chirped Dewey,who had jumped up to sit on his Great-Uncle Scrooge!”chuckled Scrooge. “I’ve got more money than Fort Knox.’
“What I meant,” explained Dewey,’was that I had a sore throat too,and I hardly have ANY money. But I bought some cough drops.” With that Dewey pulled out his box of cough drops,Uncle,”smiled Dewey ,”because they cured my sore throat.
Uncle Scrooge didn’t know what to say. But one great big tear rolled down his face.
“Poor Great-Uncle Scrooge,” echoed the triplets.
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