Baby Marvin had been holding his throat and crying all night. No one understood why he had been holding his throat, but his mum (and his puppy K9) did - he had a sore throat. Due to a bad night, his throat felt as bad as a rotten apple, and a sore throat meant a cold was coming.
Baby Marvin was so miserable that his mum took great care of him in no time at all. She gently scooped him up in her arms and began to cradle him - she didn’t let him suck his thumb because it would make his throat worse, so she fed him some milk out of a bottle. The milk tasted so sweet and gentle against his throat, and in his sleepy mind it felt like sandpaper being turned to soft, comforting cream. K9 leapt up onto the sofa and began to nuzzle and snudge him. Baby Marvin tried to laugh, but speaking and swallowing made it worse.
Baby Marvin’s mum went into the kitchen and brought out some liquid sore throat medicine to help with the bad throat. To Baby Marvin, swallowing the strawberry flavoured medicine felt like a blob of pink goo was washing over sand and turning it into the purest, mildest meadow with daisies growing all over. Baby Marvin felt really, really tired, and nestled into the warmth of his mother’s arms as he sniffled once and snuggled to sleep. Baby Marvin’s mum cradled him in her arms and hugged him, whispering reassuring words into his little ears. She placed him onto the sofa and laid him on a soft, gentle pillow, placing a downy fleece blanket over him. Baby Marvin felt really soothed now that his sore throat was taken care of by the one he loves.
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