"How much time? I have a race with a..." His brow furrowed as he struggled to remember. "A monkey, I think. Will my legs be fixed by then?"
"A race," he said. "I made a promise to a monkey that I would race him earlier. You were sleeping. He came in here and told me he'd give us something if I won a race against him."
She looked worried, her brows furrowed. "I wish you felt better. Maybe I should see if there's any medicine you should take."
"Orange juice," he said instantly. "The monkey suggested that I drink orange juice. He was brilliant."