Deep in the rolling hills, where winding roads met whispering trees, lived Dr. Willow. Her clinic was small, but her heart was as big as the sky.
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Every morning, Dr. Willow checked her map. Sometimes, her patients lived far, far away, nestled in valleys or perched on mountaintops.
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One crisp autumn day, a call came from Farmer McGregor, whose knee had a terrible ache. He lived on the other side of Whispering Woods.
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The journey was long, past babbling brooks and fields of golden corn. Dr. Willow hummed a little tune, thinking about how she could help.
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Finally, she arrived at Farmer McGregor’s cozy farmhouse. He was sitting on his porch, looking worried. Dr. Willow smiled kindly.
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She listened carefully to his knee, checked his temperature, and gave him some special cream. "Rest it for a few days," she advised, "and you'll be back to chasing chickens in no time!"
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A young girl named Ember watched from behind a curtain. Ember lived next door and always wondered about the doctor who visited her neighbors.
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Later that week, Ember saw Dr. Willow packing her car. Ember bravely walked over. "Dr. Willow," she asked, "why do you travel so far?"
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Dr. Willow knelt down. "Because everyone, no matter how far away they live, deserves to feel well and strong," she explained. "It's a big adventure, helping people in every corner of our community."
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Ember’s eyes sparkled. She imagined herself, years from now, driving through those same hills, a medical bag in her hand, ready to help. Maybe, just maybe, she could be a country doctor too.
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