He lit
his pipe, and filled a thermos bottle with hot cocoa to keep him
warm on his long journey. Then he put on his red coat, and his
long boots, and his fur cap, and went out to harness the
reindeer. That very night he drove off with his sleigh packed
full of toys for all the puppies in the world. In fact, he was so
pleased that he loaded his big bag with more toys than he had
ever carried before. And that was how a queer thing happened."
They waited in eager suspense.
"You know, Santa Claus always drives into the Canine Estates by
the little back road through the woods, where the chipmunk lives.
You know the gateway, at the bend in the lane: well, it's rather
narrow, and Santa Claus's sleigh is very wide. And this time,
because his bag had so many toys in it, the bag bulged over the
edge of the sleigh, and one corner of the bag caught on the
gatepost as he drove by. Three toys fell out, and what do you
suppose they were?"
"An aunbile!"
"An elphunt!"
"A typewriter!"
"Yes, that's quite right.
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