The Story of a Monkey on a Stick by Laura Lee Hope
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"Yes, and don't forget the two Jacks," went on the Monkey on a Stick,
"the Jumping Jack and the Jack in the Box. Then there was the Elephant who tried to race on roller skates with the White Rocking Horse." "I'm not forgetting them," answered the Rabbit. "But listen!" exclaimed the Monkey. "Can you tell me this? I went to sleep in the toy store, and I woke up here--in a house, I guess it is--in a pasteboard box on a table set with dishes." "Yes, this is a house," said the Candy Rabbit. "I live here with a little girl named Madeline. There is also a boy named Herbert here. And these really are dishes on the table. It is the breakfast table, and soon the children will be down to eat." "But what am I doing here?" asked the Monkey in great surprise. "I can't understand it! Why am I here? I went to sleep in the store, and I woke up on a breakfast table. Can this be a trick or a riddle of the Calico Clown's? Is he going to ask what is more surprised than a Monkey on a Stick at the breakfast table, as he asks what makes more noise than a pig under a gate?" "No, I think the Calico Clown had nothing to do with your being here," said the Candy Rabbit with a smile. "Then who did?" asked the Monkey. "Herbert. A boy who lives here with his sister Madeline," went on the Rabbit. |
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