"Are you still feeling sick?" Fluttershy asked, taking the itty, bitty thermometer out of the little mouse's mouth and squinting so she could make out its near-microscopic reading. Mr. Cheesenibbler let out a wet cough, and another, and another before he slumped back against the tiny pillow and moaned as his forehead continued to sizzle like a sidewalk on a hot summer day. Having finally made the reading, Fluttershy let out a gasp. "One-hundred and two! Oh my goodness, you're burning up! Well don't you worry, Fluttershy is going to take good care of you." 