They had
hammers, nails and boards in their hands.
"Hurry now!" cried one of the men. "We must box up a lot of these toys
and send them to the different stores. It will be Christmas before we
know it."
Suddenly one of the men caught hold of the Nodding Donkey, and also of a
large doll that had been on the same shelf.
"I'll pack these in a box," said the man. "I just need them to fill one
corner. Then I'll ship them off."
The Nodding Donkey wished his friend the Jumping Jack might go in the
same box with him, but it was not to be. The Donkey gave one last look
at his companion of the snowdrift, and a moment later he was being
wrapped in tissue paper again, and was packed down in a corner of a
large box. The doll was treated the same way.
Then the board cover was put on the box, and nailed shut with a loud
hammering noise.
"Dear me, in the dark again!" said the Nodding Donkey. "I don't seem to
be having a good time at all."
"Never mind! It will not last long," said the Doll, who was made of
cloth, so it did not matter how much she was squeezed. "We will soon be
in the light again."
The toys in the box could hear loud talking going on in the warehouse
where they had been left by Santa Claus.
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