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41 Illustrated Children's Stories from Enid Blyton

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RAIN IN TOYTOWN
" Oh dear! " said the duck, in dismay. " That means I shall have to go back to that horrid shelf for the rest of my life! "
" I don't want you to do that," said the doll, with tears in her eyes. " I am so fond of you now. And you do look so beautiful since I cleaned you up."
The duck certainly looked splendid now! The doll had rubbed off all the dirt and dust, and his back shone blue, green and red. He was a fine sight to see. But what was the use of that if he had to go back to his dark shelf again! It was too bad.
" If only this rain would stop! " said the doll, squeezing the water out of her overall. " I am always wet and always cold now. A-tishoo! A-tishoo! "
" Oh, don't get a cold! " begged the duck in alarm. " If you have to go to bed, what will become of me? The Policeman will turn me out, I am sure."
" A-tishoo! " sneezed the little doll. " Oh dear, I can't stop sneezing. A-tishoo! "
Well, that very night the doll was put to bed in the farmhouse by the farmer's wife, for she really had a shocking cold. The duck swam sadly by himself on the pond, keeping a look-out in case the policeman came along. And sure enough, he did! The duck saw him wading across the field to the pond, looking as black as thunder because he was getting so wet and muddy.
" Haven't you got some work to do yet? " he shouted to the frightened duck. " You great lazy thing! Here you are all day long, floating about doing nothing! You can leave Toytown on Saturday! Do you hear me? "
" Yes," said the duck unhappily. The policeman waded off, wishing that the rain would stop. But it didn't. It went on and on and on, and soon the duck pond was so big that the duck could take a really good swim. The whole field was under water, and all the hens fled to their house at the end of the meadow, whilst the pigs and goats stood huddled together near the farmhouse.
" I suppose the doll is in bed," thought the duck. "Poor thing! She will be sad when she knows I must leave her. I will try and see her before I go on Saturday. Perhaps she will be up by then."
Each day the duck looked out for the doll to come, but she didn't
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