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The Story Of A Nodding Donkey
by
During the evening, when the lights were glowing, many other customers came in, but there were not so many boys and girls. The Nodding Donkey had been taken down more than once and made to do his trick of shaking his head, but, so far, no one had bought him. And though the China Cat had also been looked at and admired, no one had bought her.
At last Mr. Mugg stretched his arms, yawned as though he might be very sleepy, and said:
“Turn out the lights, Angelina! It is time to close the shop and go to bed.”
Soon the toy shop was in darkness, all except one light that was kept burning all night. The place became very still and quiet, the only noise being made by a little mouse, who came out to get some crumbs dropped by Mr. Mugg, who had eaten his lunch in the store.
“Ahem!” suddenly said the Nodding Donkey. “Do you mind if I speak to you?” he asked the China Cat, who stood near him on the shelf.
“Not at all,” was the kind answer. “I was just going to ask how you came here.”
“I came direct from the workshop of Santa Claus at the North Pole,” answered the Nodding Donkey. “And I suppose, just as we toys could do there, that we are allowed to move about and talk while here.”
“Oh, yes,” answered the China Cat. “We can make believe we are alive as long as no one sees us. But tell me, how is everything at the North Pole? It is some time since I was there, as I was made early in the season.”
“Well, Santa Claus is as happy and jolly as ever,” said the Nodding Donkey, “and his men are just as busy. We had a dreadful accident though, coming down to Earth!”
“You did?” mewed the China Cat. “Tell me about it,” and she moved her tail from one side to the other.
Before the Nodding Donkey could speak in answer to this request, a voice suddenly asked:
“I say, Nodding Donkey, do you kick?”
“Kick? Of course not,” the Nodding Donkey answered. “Why do you ask such a question? Who are you, anyhow?” and he looked all around.
“Hush! Don’t get him started,” whispered the China Cat. “It’s the Policeman with his club, and if he begins to tickle you he’ll never stop. Oh, here he comes now! Here comes the Policeman!”
CHAPTER V
THE LAME BOY
When the China Cat said: “Here comes the Policeman!” the Nodding Donkey, who did not know just what a policeman was, was quite curious to see who was coming. So he walked to the edge of the shelf and bent his head as far down as he could in order to see.
“Be careful! You might fall!” mewed the China Cat.
“Ha! If he falls, then I’ll pick him up! That’s what I’m here for, to help in case of accident. I could ring for the ambulance!” suddenly came in the same voice that had asked if the Nodding Donkey kicked.
“On second thought perhaps it will be just as well to have an accident. It will give us something to talk about,” the voice went on. “Go ahead, Nodding Donkey. Fall off the shelf. I’ll pick you up and send you to the toy hospital in the toy ambulance with the clanging bell.”
“Indeed I am not going to fall!” brayed the Donkey. “Who is he, anyhow?” he whispered to the China Cat.
“That’s the Policeman I was telling you about,” was the answer. “Here he comes now!”
And suddenly the Policeman’s voice went on, saying:
“Come now! Move along! Don’t block up the sidewalk! Move on! Don’t loiter here!”
The Nodding Donkey looked to one side and there he saw a toy Policeman, dressed just as a real one would be, with blue coat, brass buttons, a white helmet and a club that swung on the end of a leather string. The Policeman walked along, for he could do that when a spring inside him was wound up. And as he walked he swung his club to and fro, and said, just like a real policeman: