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“And who are you?” asked the Stuffed Elephant, for this tool had not yet named himself.

“I am the Pick,” was the answer. “And with my sharp points the hardest ground can be made soft, so the Rake and the Shovel can work. I am the most useful tool of all.”

“No, I am!” cried the Rake.

“Indeed you are not! I am!” exclaimed the Shovel.

“Well, there we are! Just where we started!” complained the Pick. “Why not leave it to this gentleman animal here. What did you say your name was?” he asked politely, and then Archie’s toy saw the Pick, the Rake and the Shovel step out from a dark corner and stand in a row before him.

“I am the Stuffed Elephant,” was the answer. “This is my first visit to this part of the barn. What is it you want me to do?”

“If this is your first visit you have never seen any of us before, have you?” asked the Shovel.

“Never before did I see any of you,” the Elephant replied.

“Just the proper one for a Judge!” declared the Rake. “He will be honest and fair.”

“I’m willing to have him if you two are,” said the Pick.

“What’s it all about?” asked the Elephant. “I don’t understand. What is a Judge?”

“Some one who tells the right from the wrong,” answered the Rake. “Listen, Mr. Stuffed Elephant! Get up on that box, for a Judge must be above every one else, and we will tell you what the trouble is.”

The Elephant got up on a strong, empty onion crate, and stood there with the Shovel, the Rake and the Pick standing in a row in front of him.

“You must say ‘Ahem!’ and bang on the box, like a real Judge,” said the Shovel.

“Ahem!” coughed the Elephant, as loudly as he could. Then he took up a piece of wood in the end of his trunk, and banged on the side of the onion crate.

“Now this is like a real court,” said the Rake, “and we shall have our quarrel settled.”

“Oh, have you three been quarreling?” asked the Elephant Judge.

“Well, not exactly; and the quarrel is not an angry one,” replied the Shovel. “You see,” he went on, “we three tools work in the garden. Or, rather, Jake, the man, uses us when he works. Now I claim I am the most useful of the three. Jake always takes me out when there is a bit of ground to be spaded up, or turned over, when he wants to make the garden in the spring. So I think, Mr. Judge Elephant, Your Honor, that I am entitled to the prize.”

“Hum! Let me see now,” said the Elephant, trying to look very wise. “I suppose I must listen to what the others have to say.”

“Oh, yes, indeed!” exclaimed the Rake. “We must each state our case, as in a real court, and then you shall decide who is right. Now, for myself–Oh, by the way, had you quite finished?” he asked of the Shovel, politely.

“Yes,” was the answer, “I think I said enough to have the Elephant Judge give me the prize. Go on, Mr. Rake.”

“Well,” said the Rake, smiling a little to show his teeth, “I claim to be more useful than the Shovel. It is true Jake uses him to turn the ground over. But before the ground can be turned Jake uses me to take away the dead leaves and sticks that are not wanted. And even after the Shovel is used to turn the ground over, no seeds can be planted, and the garden can not really be made, until I am used again to smooth things over. So I claim to be the most useful tool.”

The Rake stepped back in line with the others, and they all waited for the Elephant to speak.

“Ahem!” said the animal judge very loudly. “There is one more to be heard. Proceed, Mr. Pick.”