Part 4 (1/2)

STORY VI

FLOP AND THE BAG OF MEAL

Now, let me see, I promised to put in this story, something about the elephant; didn't I? That's because I left it out of the story on the page before this, where Curly had such a dreadful time with the bad egg dog.

Well, now, if I leave the elephant out of this story I promise that I'll give each one of you an ice cream cone with a raisin in it. All you'll have to do--in case I forget to tell about the elephant and how he helped Flop--all you have to do, I say, is to come up to my house and say ”Magoozilum!” at me, just like that, and turn two somersaults on the parlor rug, and the ice cream cone is yours for the asking.

But now let's get right at the story. You see it happened this way.

Once upon a time, when Curly and his brother Flop were out in the yard of the piggy-house, playing ”ring around the apple tree,” their mother called to them:

”Oh, boys! come in here!” she said, and when they got to the kitchen where she was working, she asked them: ”Do you know what I'm making?”

”Pies,” said Curly.

”Pudding,” suggested Flop, as he tried to make his slimpsy ear stand up straight, but he couldn't.

”Neither one,” said their mother. ”But if one of you will go to the store for me I'll make a Johnny cake for supper.”

”A Johnny cake?” asked Curly. ”Is it called that because a boy has to be named Johnny to eat it?”

”No,” answered his mother with a laugh, ”but lots of boys named Johnny do eat it. However, just at the last minute I find that I have no corn meal. Now who wants to go to the store for a bag full, so I can make the Johnny cake?”

”I went for the eggs, last time,” said Curly, sort of slow and thoughtful like.

”Then I suppose it's Flop's turn to go for the bag of meal,” said his mother. ”But I do hope the bad dog doesn't chase him.”

”Oh, I'm not afraid, mamma,” said the little piggie boy. ”If he comes after me I'll throw corn meal dust in his nose and make him sneeze, and then he can't see to catch me.”

”Very well,” said Mrs. Twistytail, so she gave Flop the money for the bag of meal. Off he started to the store, while his brother, Curly, went back in the yard to play hop-skip-and-jump, all by himself.

Flop went along the street, whirling his tail in a little circle like a pin-wheel, or a merry-go-round, and he was thinking how good the Johnny cake would taste, when, all of a sudden, he heard a noise.

It was a noise something like thunder, yet not quite so loud, and Flop was wondering what it was, when, all at once, as he turned around the corner, he saw a big elephant sitting on a stump, and crying as hard as he could cry. And this elephant had made the noise.

Ah ha! That's the time I caught you; I've got the elephant in this story after all, so you can't have the ice cream cones this time.

But never mind, maybe some other day you may.

Anyhow, there was the elephant crying, and he shed as many tears as you could cry in a year, even if you've been vaccinated. And Flop instead of being afraid, went right up to the big creature and said, most politely:

”What is the matter? Can I help you?”

”Eh? What's that?” exclaimed the elephant. ”Bless my trunk strap!

It's a little pig. Oh dear!”

”What is the matter?” asked Flop.

”Oh, I ran a big sliver in my left hind foot,” said the elephant, ”and I can't get it out. I've tried to pull it with my tail, but my tail isn't long enough, and I can't even reach it with my trunk. And I was to go to the codfish ball tonight, and now I can't, for I never could dance with a sliver in my foot.”