Dot Dobbins and the Wandering Hiccup
It began with a tiny "hic" at the bakery. Dot Dobbins, who was buying muffins, covered her mouth, but the hiccup had already hopped out of her and into the baker. "Hic!" said the baker. He passed it to the paperboy, and the paperboy passed it to the mayor.
By noon the hiccup had visited half the town of Little Plum. It never stayed in one person for long. A policeman said "hic" and the cat on his shoulder said "mrow-hic." Even the town clock gave a tiny hiccup and chimed thirteen.
"We must catch it," said Dot, who loved a good problem. She took out a notebook and began to take careful notes. The hiccup always came after a surprise. It jumped to the next person whenever someone laughed.
"So it likes noise," Dot decided. "And it likes company."
She stood on a crate in the town square and spoke quietly, so that nobody laughed. "Everyone, please sit down and sip some cold water, slowly. Then hold still and count to twenty without making a sound."
The square went silent. A bird chirped. The hiccup looked around for someone to bounce to, and found only a quiet crowd with nothing to laugh at. It gave a tiny sigh, floated up into the clock tower, and vanished.
The clock struck twelve properly at last. Dot closed her notebook and bought her muffins, which were slightly cold. "Next time," she told the baker, "a hiccup will have to book a table."