They could also hear men moving
about and the bang and rattle of boxes, like theirs, as the cases were
nailed up and taken away.
Finally the Nodding Donkey, the doll, and other toys who were packed
together, felt their box being tilted up on one end. By this time the
Nodding Donkey was getting used to being stood on his head, or turned
over on his back, and he did not mind it.
"Hurry up! Load this box on a truck and take it to the Mugg store!"
cried a voice.
"The Mugg store! I wonder where that is!" thought the Nodding Donkey.
And then he felt the box in which he lay being lifted up and carried
along. There were bumps, thumps, turnings and twistings, and then the
Nodding Donkey felt himself gliding along.
But he soon noticed that this ride was not as smooth as had been the one
from North Pole Land to the Earth. Instead of riding in a sleigh drawn
by reindeer, the Nodding Donkey was riding on an automobile truck, and
as it went out in the street it bumped and rattled along.
There was so much noise and confusion, and it was so warm and cosy in
the box where he was packed, that, before he knew it, the Nodding Donkey
had fallen asleep. And, as he slept, the Nodding Donkey dreamed.
He dreamed that he was back in the workshop of Santa Claus at the North
Pole and on a shelf with other toys.
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