THE WENDY HUT

Taranaki Daily News, 17 March 1928, Page 18

THE WENDY HUT

FROM WENDY'S ARMCHAIR. BILLIKINS AND THE CIRCUS. The other day a very kind Daddy-man with a schoolboy grin on his face, came and asked if he might take the Billikins in his ear to a ’normous great circus a long way from the Hut. The Daddy- ’ man belonged to one of my Billy Boys, so I eouldn t refuse. And the Billikins went to the circus. You know the kind of things you see at circuses—jolly little ponies, and dogs, and cats, and fascinating funnv men with queerly painted faces I All these seemed to make a big impression on our Goblin man (you see he’d never been to a circus before), and ’when he eame home he decided to make a circus of his own! So he found an old wooden hoop, and then he grabbed poor Guardian and tried to make him jump through it. Blit Guardian has never been a circus dog, and he aidn’t understand the joke. He promptly bit a little piece out of Billikins’ new black suit, and retired under the table, growling quite fiercely. Guardian was a very dull dog, said the Billikins, and turned his attention to Tinker. Now Tinker is a little black cat with a temper of her own, and she wasn’t going to jump through hoops either! So she hissed, and she glared, and she unsheathed her cruel little claws and drew lines all down’the Goblin’s face with them! Then our hero said if no-one else would jump through the hoop, he’d jump through it himself. >.So he trotted off to Bimbo’s stable, seized the astonished pony, mounted, and tried to make him gallop towards the hoop which Tink held for him. But Bimbo jibbed, and Bimbo reared and backed, and Bimbo danCed round and round in circles. And our Goblin came off with a tremendous whack right • . on his unfortunate little nose. Nothing daunted, lie tried to mount again. But Bimbo gently pushed him with his soft muzzle, and down went the Goblin onee more, this time bumping his head hard against a garden seat. He says he’s “ill in bed” now! Says he never felt so poorly in his life! Says his scratched face is painful; and his damaged nose is painful; and his bumped head is painful; and he’s got to have some extra good nursing and lots of fuss and nice things to eat before he can possibly get better! ’ I don’t know what to do with him —do you? Here he is, thoroughly enjoying a few days in bed, and wearing little white pyjamas, instead of a little black huit. He says he thinks he might be able to ' t ’take a little nourishment now, so I must fly. •< .j Love to you, WENDY.