Big Bird was looking for someone to play with.
“Here comes Bert,” dicho Big Bird. “I bet he will play catch with me.”
“Hi, Bert!” dicho Big Bird. “Let’s play catch.”
Bert kept on walking.
“Not today,” dicho Bert. “Ernie is waiting for me.”
Big Bird looked surprised.
“Oh,” he said.
Just then Grover ran out of his house.
He had a shiny new truck.
“Hi, Grover!” dicho Big Bird. “That’s a nice truck. Let’s play with it.”
Grover kept on running.
“I am sorry, Big Bird, but I am giving it to Ernie,” dicho Grover.
Big Bird looked sad.
“Oh,” he said.
Then Big Bird saw Cookie Monster.
He had a big box of cookies.
“Hi, Cookie! Want to play?”
Cookie shook his head.
“Me bring Ernie cookies,” dicho Cookie.
Big Bird looked mad.
“Nuts!” he said.
“No nuts!” dicho Cookie Monster. “Cookies!”
Big Bird sat on the steps.
He felt terrible.
“Nobody cares about me!” he cried. “Just Ernie, Ernie, Ernie!”
Just then Betty Lou came by.
“Why are tu so mad?” she asked Big Bird.
“Nobody will play with me. Everybody wants to play with Ernie,” he said.
“Oh, Big Bird, didn’t tu know? Ernie is sick!” dicho Betty Lou.
Big Bird looked surprised.
“Oh!” he said. “Well, I am sorry that Ernie is sick, but I bet he is having fun.”
Betty Lou took Big Bird’s hand.
“You are silly. It is not fun to be sick,” she said. “Come on. Let’s visit him.”
“Okay,” dicho Big Bird.
Ernie was in bed.
Bert was trying to feed Ernie some soup.
“How do tu feel?” asked Big Bird.
“Terrible,” dicho Ernie. “I have a bad…a-A-ACHOO!”
“You have a bad cold,” dicho Betty Lou.
“I know,” dicho Ernie.
He blew his nose.
“Gee, Ernie,” dicho Big Bird. “Bert made tu some good soup. Grover gave tu a new truck. Even Cookie was nice to you. tu are so lucky to be sick.”
Ernie blew his nose again.
“Lucky?” dicho Ernie. “I feel AWFUL! I feel too sick to eat and too sick to play. Being sick is no fun!”
But Big Bird was not so sure.
Later that día he sat in his nest and dicho to himself, “Everybody cares about tu when tu are sick.”
And then he got an idea.
“I will PRETEND to be sick!”
Just then Little Bird came por to visit his friend.
“Oh, I am SO sick!” dicho Big Bird.
“That is too bad,” dicho Little Bird. “I will try to make tu feel better.
Big Bird smiled.
And Little Bird got busy.
He filled a hot-water bottle.
He swept out Big Bird’s nest.
He told Big Bird a bedtime story.
Then he said, “Go to sleep. I will stay with you.”
Big Bird sighed happily.
The siguiente morning Ernie came to Big Bird’s nest.
“Wake up, Big Bird!” he called. “I am all better. Want to play?”
Big Bird slowly opened his eyes.
“I am sorry, Ernie,” dicho Little Bird. “But Big Bird can’t go out today. He is sick.”
Big Bird jumped out of his nest.
“I am not sick!” he said.
“But tu were SO sick last night,” dicho Little Bird.
“Well, I am not…a-A-ACHOO!…sick now,” sneezed Big Bird.
“You sound sick. How do tu feel?” asked Ernie.
“Sort of hot and cold and funny in the tummy,” dicho Big Bird.
“Get into your nest,” dicho Ernie. “I will get Doctor Getwell.”
Soon Big Bird felt really sick.
He was glad to see Doctor Getwell.
The doctor felt Big Bird’s tummy.
He listened to Big Bird’s heart.
He looked in Big Bird’s mouth.
“You have a cold,” he said.
“I know,” dicho Big Bird.
The doctor told him to drink lots of jugo, jugo de and get lots of rest.
“Get well,” dicho Doctor Getwell.
Lots of Big Bird’s friends came to visit him.
Bert made him a bowl of soup.
Grover gave him a Yo-Yo.
Cookie gave him cookies.
“Gee, thanks,” dicho Big Bird. “But I feel too sick to eat and too sick to play.”
Big Bird slept a lot that day.
That night, he dicho to Little Bird, “Ernie was right. Being sick is no fun. I feel terrible.”
Big Bird sneezed.
“You will feel better soon,” dicho Little Bird.
And Little Bird was right.
In a few days Big Bird felt fine.
He ran to the park.
“I am all better! Isn’t that great?” he dicho to his friends.
“It sure is, because it is no fun to be sick,” they said.
“Boy, tu can say that again!” dicho Big Bird.
And they all dicho it again!
“Here comes Bert,” dicho Big Bird. “I bet he will play catch with me.”
“Hi, Bert!” dicho Big Bird. “Let’s play catch.”
Bert kept on walking.
“Not today,” dicho Bert. “Ernie is waiting for me.”
Big Bird looked surprised.
“Oh,” he said.
Just then Grover ran out of his house.
He had a shiny new truck.
“Hi, Grover!” dicho Big Bird. “That’s a nice truck. Let’s play with it.”
Grover kept on running.
“I am sorry, Big Bird, but I am giving it to Ernie,” dicho Grover.
Big Bird looked sad.
“Oh,” he said.
Then Big Bird saw Cookie Monster.
He had a big box of cookies.
“Hi, Cookie! Want to play?”
Cookie shook his head.
“Me bring Ernie cookies,” dicho Cookie.
Big Bird looked mad.
“Nuts!” he said.
“No nuts!” dicho Cookie Monster. “Cookies!”
Big Bird sat on the steps.
He felt terrible.
“Nobody cares about me!” he cried. “Just Ernie, Ernie, Ernie!”
Just then Betty Lou came by.
“Why are tu so mad?” she asked Big Bird.
“Nobody will play with me. Everybody wants to play with Ernie,” he said.
“Oh, Big Bird, didn’t tu know? Ernie is sick!” dicho Betty Lou.
Big Bird looked surprised.
“Oh!” he said. “Well, I am sorry that Ernie is sick, but I bet he is having fun.”
Betty Lou took Big Bird’s hand.
“You are silly. It is not fun to be sick,” she said. “Come on. Let’s visit him.”
“Okay,” dicho Big Bird.
Ernie was in bed.
Bert was trying to feed Ernie some soup.
“How do tu feel?” asked Big Bird.
“Terrible,” dicho Ernie. “I have a bad…a-A-ACHOO!”
“You have a bad cold,” dicho Betty Lou.
“I know,” dicho Ernie.
He blew his nose.
“Gee, Ernie,” dicho Big Bird. “Bert made tu some good soup. Grover gave tu a new truck. Even Cookie was nice to you. tu are so lucky to be sick.”
Ernie blew his nose again.
“Lucky?” dicho Ernie. “I feel AWFUL! I feel too sick to eat and too sick to play. Being sick is no fun!”
But Big Bird was not so sure.
Later that día he sat in his nest and dicho to himself, “Everybody cares about tu when tu are sick.”
And then he got an idea.
“I will PRETEND to be sick!”
Just then Little Bird came por to visit his friend.
“Oh, I am SO sick!” dicho Big Bird.
“That is too bad,” dicho Little Bird. “I will try to make tu feel better.
Big Bird smiled.
And Little Bird got busy.
He filled a hot-water bottle.
He swept out Big Bird’s nest.
He told Big Bird a bedtime story.
Then he said, “Go to sleep. I will stay with you.”
Big Bird sighed happily.
The siguiente morning Ernie came to Big Bird’s nest.
“Wake up, Big Bird!” he called. “I am all better. Want to play?”
Big Bird slowly opened his eyes.
“I am sorry, Ernie,” dicho Little Bird. “But Big Bird can’t go out today. He is sick.”
Big Bird jumped out of his nest.
“I am not sick!” he said.
“But tu were SO sick last night,” dicho Little Bird.
“Well, I am not…a-A-ACHOO!…sick now,” sneezed Big Bird.
“You sound sick. How do tu feel?” asked Ernie.
“Sort of hot and cold and funny in the tummy,” dicho Big Bird.
“Get into your nest,” dicho Ernie. “I will get Doctor Getwell.”
Soon Big Bird felt really sick.
He was glad to see Doctor Getwell.
The doctor felt Big Bird’s tummy.
He listened to Big Bird’s heart.
He looked in Big Bird’s mouth.
“You have a cold,” he said.
“I know,” dicho Big Bird.
The doctor told him to drink lots of jugo, jugo de and get lots of rest.
“Get well,” dicho Doctor Getwell.
Lots of Big Bird’s friends came to visit him.
Bert made him a bowl of soup.
Grover gave him a Yo-Yo.
Cookie gave him cookies.
“Gee, thanks,” dicho Big Bird. “But I feel too sick to eat and too sick to play.”
Big Bird slept a lot that day.
That night, he dicho to Little Bird, “Ernie was right. Being sick is no fun. I feel terrible.”
Big Bird sneezed.
“You will feel better soon,” dicho Little Bird.
And Little Bird was right.
In a few days Big Bird felt fine.
He ran to the park.
“I am all better! Isn’t that great?” he dicho to his friends.
“It sure is, because it is no fun to be sick,” they said.
“Boy, tu can say that again!” dicho Big Bird.
And they all dicho it again!