"Being taken away in a rag bag, as the
Sawdust Doll was, couldn't be any worse than this. And though none of my
legs is broken, as was one of the White Rocking Horse's, still I am
almost as badly off, for I dare not move. I wonder what will happen to
me next!"
It was not long before something did happen. As the Lamb stood on her
wheels and wooden platform among the weeds, all at once two boys came
along. They were looking for some fun.
"Oh, look!" cried a big boy. "There's a little white poodle dog over in
the weeds!" and he pointed to the Lamb, whose white coat was easily seen
amid the green leaves.
"Oh, we can have some fun with it!" said the little boy. "Let's call
it."
So they whistled and called to the white object they thought was a dog,
but the Lamb did not move. Of course she couldn't, while the boys were
looking at her.
"That's funny!" said the big boy. "What do you think is the matter with
that dog? It doesn't come to us."
"Let's go up and see," said the smaller lad.
Together they tramped through the weeds until they were close to the
toy.
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