Part 7 (1/2)
Now dried hay is slippery, as you know if you have ever tried to climb up a pile of it in a barn. And no sooner was Archie at the top of the mow than down he slid, on the hill of hay.
”Oh, I'm falling!” he cried, and his sister and the other children came running to see what would happen.
Archie slid down the haymow toward the floor of the barn. And it seemed as if he would get a hard b.u.mp. But, as it happened, a lot of the hay slid along with the little boy, and it was under him when he struck the barn floor. So he fell on the hay, which was like a cus.h.i.+on, and Archie wasn't hurt in the least. In fact he rather liked it.
”Oh, this is fun!” he cried. ”I'm going to slide down the haymow some more!”
Again he climbed to the top, and down he slid, sitting upright as though on a chair. Again he slipped over the edge of the mow and fell on the pile of hay on the barn floor.
”Hurray!” shouted Joe, who, being no longer lame, could play like other boys. ”I'm going to try that!”
He did, as did the other boys and girls, and soon they had forgotten their Christmas toys for the time being, in the newer fun of sliding down the hay. Thus the Elephant, the Donkey, and the different make-believe animals were left to themselves in a distant part of the barn.
”This is our chance,” said the Donkey to the Elephant. ”Let's walk around. My legs are stiff, especially the one that was broken and which Mr. Mugg mended.”
”Yes, a little walk will do us good,” agreed the Elephant. ”I am a bit stiff myself, and I want to swing my trunk.”
So the Donkey and Elephant, making believe come to life, walked about the barn floor, while the children were farther off, sliding down the haymow.
There were many strange things in the barn--at least strange to the Elephant and Donkey. There were garden tools of all sorts, rakes, hoes, shovels and picks. There were strange pieces of machinery for cutting hay, planting corn and potatoes, and the like.
In one corner was a big wheel, with a rope around it, and for a moment the Elephant thought his friend the Spinning Wheel had come out to the barn to play. But a second look showed that this wheel was larger, stronger and different in every way.
”I wonder what this wheel and rope are for?” said the Elephant to the Nodding Donkey.
”I don't know, I'm sure,” brayed the nodding toy.
Just then the wheel turned slowly, and the long, dangling rope swayed to and fro.
”I wonder what that is for!” went on the Elephant. Like most animals he was curious about something he did not understand, just as your cat or dog will try to find out what causes a strange noise.
”Why don't you reach up with your trunk and feel it?” asked the Donkey.
”I have heard you say your trunk was almost like a hand to you.”
”It is,” the Elephant answered. ”I will feel the rope and wheel and see what it is like.”
As the children were in another part of the barn, having fun in the haymow, and as there were no prying eyes to watch, the Elephant could do as he pleased. He raised his trunk and stretched it toward the dangling rope.
And then, all of a sudden, something happened. The rope turned and twisted like a snake, a loop of it wound around the Elephant's neck, and a moment later he felt himself being lifted off the barn floor in the hempen coils. Through the air, like the pendulum of a big clock, he swayed, and as the rope pulled tighter and tighter the poor Elephant cried:
”Oh, my dear friend Nodding Donkey! I am in a terrible state! The rope is so tight it is squeezing all the cotton stuffing out of me! Oh, what shall I do?”
CHAPTER VI
A DANGEROUS SLIDE
Anxious as the Nodding Donkey was to help his friend the Stuffed Elephant, nothing could be done. For the rope had suddenly been pulled up, taking the Elephant with it. And there he swung, dangling to and fro, the coil of the rope getting tighter and tighter around his neck, choking the poor toy.