A story from Czechoslovakia with a surprise ending. 

He was sitting on a chair, alone in the room, and was silently thinking about an upcoming surgery.  The wound shall be cleaned, that is for sure.  Than the terrible beleeding must be stopped.  Will three or four stitches be enough to close the wound?  What if even more won´t help?  The clock on the wall was counting with him.  Tick, tick, tick…  
 
"I am on my way," the voice of the chief surgeon pulled his attention back to the wound.  His hero is coming.  And here she is – his grandma, gently wiping away one drop of blood and adjusting a sticking plaster around his forefinger.  One second later he jumps off the chair and starts the cat-hunting again.