Jim is a little boy. He stays with his grandma. He likes sweets and cakes. He always eats some food with sweets before he goes to bed. And as soon as he gets up in the morning, he can find some cakes on the table in his bedroom. One morning, before Jim got up, his grandma took some cakes to his bedroom. She saw Jim crying in bed. "What's the matter, dear?" his grandma asked in a hurry. "I've a bad toothache," said Jim. So his grandma had to take him to the dentist's. The dentist pulled out the bad tooth for him at last. Two days later Jim felt better and was at school again. Mrs. Hunt asked, "What was the matter with you those days, Jim?" "I had a bad toothache, madam," answered Jim. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," said Mrs. Hunt. "Is it better now?" "I don't know, madam. I left it with the dentist." What was the matter with Jim one morning?
He had a headache He had a bad toothache. He had a fever. He has a sore leg.