A new Doctor is walking around the Childrens' Ward checking up on his little patients. He goes up to the first bed and there is a beautiful little girl dressed all in pink drawing a picture.
"Hello" the Doctor said. "What a lovely picture! What is your name?"
"Rose" replied the little girl, "because when I was a baby a rose petal fell on my forehead. I laughed with such joy that my parents decided to call me that name."
"How lovely" said the Doctor, giving her a friendly smile and moving on to the next bed. Here there was a beautiful little girl dressed all in blue playing the recorder.
"Hello" the Doctor said. "What a wonderful tune! What is your name?"
"Violet" replied the little girl, "because when I was a baby a violet petal fell on my forehead. I smiled so sweetly that my parents decided to call me that name."
"What a lovely story" said the Doctor moving on to the third and final bed. Here there was a little girl dressed in grey staring at the ceiling and occasionally smashing a doll against the wall.
"Hello" the Doctor said, "what a pretty doll! What is your name?"
"Breezeblock"
"Hello" the Doctor said. "What a lovely picture! What is your name?"
"Rose" replied the little girl, "because when I was a baby a rose petal fell on my forehead. I laughed with such joy that my parents decided to call me that name."
"How lovely" said the Doctor, giving her a friendly smile and moving on to the next bed. Here there was a beautiful little girl dressed all in blue playing the recorder.
"Hello" the Doctor said. "What a wonderful tune! What is your name?"
"Violet" replied the little girl, "because when I was a baby a violet petal fell on my forehead. I smiled so sweetly that my parents decided to call me that name."
"What a lovely story" said the Doctor moving on to the third and final bed. Here there was a little girl dressed in grey staring at the ceiling and occasionally smashing a doll against the wall.
"Hello" the Doctor said, "what a pretty doll! What is your name?"
"Breezeblock"
