Judge — July 23, 1921 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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There he sat on the floor in the middle of the room. He was breathless and quite embar- rassed, for the room was filled with fairies and animals and all of them were surprised! “Well, I declare,” exclaimed the queen, “what kind of a lame duck have we here?” “T’m not a lame duck,” said Timmy. “I’m a night elf.” “Indeed,”. smiled the queen, “may we ask your business?” “Why—why,” stuttered Tim- my, and he rolled over until he knelt on his fat little knees. “Well, you see, Your Honor—I mean, Your Majesty! I want to ask a favor.” “IT see” sniffed the queen. “Well, what do you want?” “I'd like to wish.” “Go ahead,” said the queen. “Nobody is stopping you.” “T wish I could run like a horse, swim like a duck, and fly like an eagle, and———” “Stop!” shrieked everybody. Timmy looked surprised. What ailed them, anyhow? He turned to a donkey with a wreath of flowers around his neck. “What’s the matter,” whispered Tim- “What is everybody squealing and ing about?” “Ask the porker,” brayed the donkey wildly. “Don’t forget to use his door-knocker.” “Porker, porker,” repeated Tim- my. “He must mean that big pig, but where is his door-knocker? Is it that ring in his nose?” He walked over and wiggled that Drawn by wants A. HuGuES Drawn by Erne Kxox Foote Harold—You coutpy’T BE OLDER THAN I AM, BECAUSE Iwas BoRN FIRST. Louise—Wet1, HAVE GROWN FASTER. “Ding, dong,” came a noise from some- where in the porker. Timmy jumped in fright. “My goodness jiminy,” he gasped, “this is a queer place.” “What dojyou want,” grunted the porker. Mr. Jocxo Osuices witn a Patuetic BALLAD. 31 YOU MAY HAVE BEEN BORN FIRST, BUT I “Information,” said Timmy. “Why did they all yell ‘stop, stop,’ when they just before that told me to wish?” “Why, you stupid gumdrop elf,” scolded the porker, “if you had uttered another wish the roof would have fallen, and we should all have been killed!” “Ooof,” yowled Timmy. “That was a narrow escape. How many wishes have I?” “You aren’t supposed to wish more than two,” the pig told him. “You must be very selfish to wish so much.” “T am not,” declared Timmy. “T’m just inquisitive.” “That’s just as bad,” snapped the pig. “I’ve answered all your questions, so go away.” So Timmy went back and knelt on his fat little knees before the queen. “Do I get my wishes?” he asked. “What wishes?” sniffed the queen. “Why I wish to fly like an eagle, swim like a duck, run like——” “Stop!” shriecked everybody. “Two wishes ought to be enough.” “You shall fly like an eagle and swim like a duck,” declared the queen. She sprinkled him with some pale pink dia- mond dew, just the way your mother sprinkles the clothes for ironing. ‘And I shall make you so strong that you can en- dure all kinds of storms. I'll give you a lovely new name. You'll be a Sea-Gull.” In the years and years since then the seal-gull has become a very useful bird.