Chapter 4 Mr. Fitzgibbon's Plough In this chapter we learn that Timmothy is feeling better but Mrs. Frisby is worried because the ground has thawed and the plough may come sooner than expected. **Vocabulary with definitions and audio for chapters 1-5. https://teach.italki.com/vocabulary/910556** Send me a message for your free pdf copy of this book. https://www.italki.com/en/teacher/13365914 When Mrs Frisby went into her house, she found Timothy asleep and the other children waiting, frightened, sad and subdued. ‘He went to sleep right after you left,’ Teresa said. ‘He’s waked up twice, and the second time he wasn’t delirious. He said his chest hurt and his head hurt. But, Mother, he seemed so weak — he could hardly talk. He asked where you were, and I told him. Then he went back to sleep.’ Mrs Frisby went to where Timothy lay, a small ball of damp fur curled under a bit of cloth blanket. He looked scarcely larger than he had when she and Mr Frisby had carried him to Mr Ages as an infant, and the thought of that trip made her wish Mr Frisby were alive to reassure the children and tell them not to worry. But he was not, and it was she who must say it. ‘Don’t worry,’ she said. ‘Mr Ages gave me some medicine for him and says he will recover.’ She mixed the contents of one of the packets, a grey-green powder, in water, and then gently shook Timothy awake. He smiled. ‘You’re back,’ he said in a voice as small as a whisper. ‘I’m back, and I’ve brought you some medicine. Mr Ages says it will make you all right.’ She lifted his head on her arm, and he swallowed the medicine. ‘I expect it’s bitter,’ she said. ‘It’s not so bad,’ he said. ‘It tastes like pepper.’ And he fell back to sleep immediately. The next morning, as predicted, his fever was lower, his breathing grew easier, and his heartbeat slowed down; still, that day he slept seven hours out of each eight.