Money Isn′t Everything
Donald, Daisy, Huey, Louie and Dewey all went to visit
Uncle Scrooge one cold autumn day. They knocked at the door and had to wait a
long time before all the bolts were undone. Even then Uncle 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 sore 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
sympathetically. "Should I send Dewey out to 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 Uncle
Scrooge.
"Poor old Great-Uncle Scrooge," chirped
Dewey, who had jumped up to sit on his Great-Uncle's knee.
"What do you mean—poor Great- Uncle Scrooge!"
chuckled Uncle 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 and gave them
to Uncle Scrooge.
"You can have my 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.