hello everybody I have another story of baby goldie and toddler foxy enjoys. UvU

the bear took a deep breath and told Bonnie what happen to Goldie and about his fever.

Bonnie: oh, dear I hope Goldie will be okay?

Freddy: don't worry he will be okay. he will have to stay away from Foxy for a while so he doesn't get him sick too.

the bunny agreed with the bear. he went to check the little fox to see if he was either awake or still asleep, sure enough, the fox was awake and was by the cub's crib looking at him.

Freddy: Foxy what are you doing by goldie's crib I don't want you to get sick.

Foxy: b-but is h-he going to be o-okay?

the fox said with tears streaming down his face while hiccuping at the same time. Freddy pick up the crying toddler and sat down on the bed, cradling him to calm down.

Freddy: shhh it's okay he will be fine. he just needs to rest for a bit that's all.

Foxy: but, it's my fault for him being sick.

Freddy: what do you mean it's your fault?

Foxy: I-I told him not to call y-you when I-I was shaking and h-he crawled to a corner w-where the A.C was at and stayed there it's m-my fault!!

Freddy: no no it's not your fault it was mine I shouldn't have put the playpen by the A.C in the first place.

the toddler looks at the bear and saw that he was crying. he never cried before in front of anybody before. the toddler hugs the bear, he hugs back. The bear wiped his tears and got up.

Freddy: let's leave Goldie alone to rest for a bit to get better.

Foxy: okay, Freddy.

they both left the room quietly leaving the sick cub to rest in peace, meanwhile with Bonnie, he went to tell the others not to see Goldie for a while cause he was sick, they all agreed to be quiet and help the sick cub eat since he was so weak to do it himself along with taking the medicine. meanwhile, with the cub, he started to wake up still feeling weak look up and saw that the cold washrag was still on his forehead.

Goldie's mind: why do I have a washrag on my forehead? oh, right now I remember I'm still sick hmm let's see if I can get up?

the cub tried to get up from the crib but still felt so weak and dizzy from trying. the cub laid back down and closed his eyes to stop the room from spinning so much and went back to sleep. meanwhile, with Freddy and Foxy, the bear was reading a science book to the toddler fox. Foxy didn't like the book too much and tried to get down from Freddy's lap but failed like always, the bear looks up at the clock and saw that it was now 6 o'clock and that it was time for bed for Foxy and Goldie, the bear put down the book, carried the toddler to the backroom to change his clothes and diaper once they were there the fox didn't put up a fight cause the cub was sleeping and being sick too.

Freddy: alright you have a clean diaper and pajamas on now let's get you in bed.

Foxy: okay, Freddy.

the toddler fox said with a yawn while rubbing his eye. the bear chuckle for a bit tuck in the toddler and went to check on Goldie to see how he was feeling and to feed him since he didn't finish drinking his baby milk in a while the bear put the crib gate down and pick up the sick cub for his feeding. Chica saw the bear leave the room with Goldie having the washrag on his forehead and went to ask Freddy.

Chica: hey, Freddy? what's with the washrag on Goldielock's forehead is he really that sick!?!

Freddy: I'm pretty much afraid so, plus I was about to go into the kitchen just now to get him to drink his milk and change his washrag it's getting pretty warm and I need it to be cold for his fever to go down a bit.

Chica: how about I hold him for a bit for you to get the milk and get the washrag cold again for his fever to go down, okay?

the bear nod, giving the sick cub to Chica for her to hold him and to wait for Freddy to be done in the kitchen. the chicken looks at the cub she saw that he was so weak barely moving at all only heavy breathing through his mouth. the chicken put her hand on the cub's forehead to feel how warm he was.

Chica's mind: dang he really is warm, and he's not moving so much too. man, he really is so weak and so fragile I think I should sit down.

the chicken sat down in a nearby chair and stayed there still looking at the very weak cub not moving a muscle until a tiny cry broke the silents. she looks again the cub was now crying feeling too hot and crumby, the chicken freakout looks to see if Freddy was insights and he was. he had a warm bottle of milk in one paw and a cold washrag in the other. he placed them down, picking up the sick crying cub in his paws cradling him to calm down.

Freddy: shhh, it's okay my little bear how about we give you yummy milk in your tummy?

Goldie: (still weak) yes, please.

the bear put the bottle in the cub's mouth to drink, Goldie open his eyes only for a moment and closed them again still drinking his milk once he was done drinking his milk, the cub felt something cold being place on his forehead. the cub jerk a bit and open his eyes to see that a nice cold washrag was placed on him the cub felt a bit better and not feeling so hot and he went to sleep.

Freddy's mind: I never saw Goldie so sick and weak like this before it's just usually just staying in bed and feel like refresh the next day but nothing as serious as this!

the bear took the sleeping cub back into his room and sat down on the rocking chair and rocked in it to be safe that the cub would stay asleep. the bear look at the toddler's bed to see that Foxy was awake.

Freddy: Foxy, why are you awake you should be asleep what's wrong?

Foxy: is he really going to be okay?

the bear looks at the cub and look at the toddler and let out a sigh and went to the toddler and sat down on the side of the bed with the cub in his paws.

Freddy: to be honest I really don't know. I never saw Goldie this sick before.

Foxy: what do you mean this sick? he never gets sick right?

Freddy: actually he does but it's nothing serious as this. it's just laying in bed all night and feel refresh the next day like you were never sick in the first place, but this is very serious.

Foxy: Oh I never saw him being sick before then why now?

Freddy: enough questions for tonight it's 6 o'clock it's time for you to be asleep.

Foxy: okay Freddy.

the toddler laid back down covering himself up being all snuggled up and comfy. Freddy put the sleeping cub into his crib, put the gate up, and closed the door behind him gently.

Freddy's mind: man I hope Goldie will be okay? did he catch a bug or is his new size making his immune system hard to stay strong!?!

will Freddy figure it out or will he have to see for himself?

stay toon for more baby Goldie and toddler Foxy.