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With a thick fur coat to keep him warm, the Plush Bear loves to sneak off his shelf in Santa's workshop and have some fun in the swirling snow outside. But when the time comes to be delivered to a toy shop just before Christmas, the Plush Bear is worried that his fun shenanigans are over. Will he make new friends at his new home?

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 février 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776676675
Langue	English

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THE STORY OF A PLUSH BEAR
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LAURA LEE HOPE

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The Story of a Plush Bear First published in 1921 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-667-5 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-668-2 © 2015 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter I - A Snowball Fight Chapter II - The Little Eskimo Chapter III - Out All Night Chapter IV - In the Toy Shop Chapter V - The Fat Boy Chapter VI - Out of the Window Chapter VII - On the Boardwalk Chapter VIII - In the Sand Chapter IX - Out to Sea Chapter X - Saved at Last
Chapter I - A Snowball Fight
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Down swirled the white flakes, blowing this way and that. It was snowingfuriously in North Pole Land, and even the immense workshop of SantaClaus was almost buried in white. How the wind howled! It whistled downthe chimneys, and blew the sparks about.
"Whew, how cold it is!" cried a Wax Doll, who did not have any shoes on,for she was not yet quite finished. "What makes such a breeze in here?"and she shivered as she pulled up over her legs a blanket of plushcloth from which Santa Claus and his men made Teddy Bears.
"It is cold," said a Celluloid Doll, who was lying on the work benchnext to the wax toy. "Some one must have left a window open."
"Left a window open? There are three or four windows open!" gleefullyshouted a fuzzy, Woolen Boy Doll. "Look at the snow blowing in! Hurray!Now we can have a snowball fight without going outside. Come on!" criedthe Woolen Boy Doll to a little Flannel Pig who had just been stuffedwith cotton. "Come on, have a snowball fight!"
"All right!" squealed the Flannel Pig. "I'll wash your face!"
"Oh, how cold it is! How cold it is!" sighed the Wax Doll. "Give me morecovers, please, somebody! My feet are freezing! Who left the windowsopen?"
"Here, take this," called a big Plush Bear, tossing toward the Wax Dolla quilt he took from a bed in a playhouse that stood next to him on thework table. "This will keep you warm. I guess some of the men who workfor Santa Claus must have gone off and forgotten to close the windows."
This is just what had happened. There had been a busy time in the NorthPole workshop of Santa Claus that day, for it was getting near toChristmas. The little men, like elves, who built the Noah's Arks, thetoy animals, the dolls, and the other playthings, had been as busy asbees.
Then, in the afternoon, just before dark, jolly old Santa Claus himselfentered his shop, the windows of which were made from crystal-clearsheets of ice.
"What ho, my merry men!" cried Santa Claus, "you have been working veryhard. Stop now, and have lunch, for we must work overtime to-night sothat we may finish a lot of toys to be taken down to Earth. But now Iwill give you a little rest, though it is not five o'clock, when weusually stop."
"Hurray!" cried the merry little men.
They gladly laid down their tools and put aside the half-finished toyson which they had been working. Half-finished Dolls, Jumping Jacks thatcould not yet leap, Jacks in Boxes that could not yet spring out, trainsof cars that could not yet run—all these were laid aside, together withtoys completely made, so that the little men might rest themselves.
"Come to the lunch room and get some hot chocolate and some frostedcake," said Santa Claus, and away trooped the jolly little men. Just whohad left some of the windows open no one knew. But they were open, andwhen the big storm came, in blew the snowflakes.
"I call this real jolly," said the big Plush Bear, who had given the WaxDoll the bed quilt to keep her feet warm. "I'd like to be out in thisstorm. But this is the next best thing. Hi there!" he called to theFlannel Pig, "look out where you're throwing snowballs! You nearly hitthe Wax Doll."
"Oh, if he did that my complexion would be spoiled!" cried the beautifultoy, who was not, as yet, quite finished.
"I'll be careful," promised the Flannel Pig. "Don't you want to have funin the snowball fight, Mr. Teddy Bear?"
"I am not a Teddy Bear!" roared the big plush creature. "Many peopletake me for one; but I am not, though I do look like a Teddy. But I am areal Plush Bear, and when I am wound up I can move my head and my pawsand I can growl. Listen! I am wound up now!"
There was a whirring sound inside the Plush Bear as the clock workwheels began to turn, and soon his head moved slowly from side to side,he raised his paws and lowered them, and out of his red mouth came agrowling voice saying:
"To be sure, I'll join the snowball fight!"
"Hurray!" cried the Woolen Boy Doll. "Now for some fun!" For though thePlush Bear had spoken with a growl he was not at all cross. That wasjust his way. He was really most jolly, though he had a very wise lookon his plush face, as though always thinking of hard examples to solveand hard words to spell. But though he was wise, and growled when hetalked, the Plush Bear was most delightful.
"Come on! We'll move over to one side where we shall not get any snow onthe toys who don't like it," said the Plush Bear. With his warm coat,almost like fur, he loved to roll in the snow. So did the Flannel Pigand the Woolen Boy Doll. But the Wax Doll, who, as yet, had no shoes,the Celluloid Doll, who was only partly dressed, and some of the othersdid not like the cold.
Faster and faster the snow came down, and more and more white flakesblew in through the open windows of the shop of Santa Claus at theNorth Pole. The Plush Bear caught up a paw full of the white crystalsfrom the bench, made them into a ball, and tossed them at the FlannelPig. The Flannel Pig turned quickly and chased after the Woolen BoyDoll, crying:
"I'll wash your face! I'll wash your face!"
Then such fun as there was! The Wax Doll, covered up now so that herfeet were no longer cold, and in a safe corner where no balls could hither, watched the sport.
"I'm glad Santa Claus and his men took a little resting spell," said thePlush Bear, as he quickly stooped down to get out of the way of asnowball thrown by a Teddy Bear, almost like himself.
"Yes, if they were here we could have no fun," said the Flannel Pig.
And this was very true.
As I shall explain to you in this book, and as I have told you in otherbooks of these "Make Believe Stories," the toys could pretend to come tolife, move about, and have fun when no one was looking at them. Theycould talk, tell jokes and stories, as well as riddles, play games, haveraces and even snowball fights, as they were having one now. But themoment any one looked at them, or came into the room where they wereplaying, the toys settled back straight and stiff and still. They couldlisten to what was said, but they dared not speak, and they could takeno part in life.
So it was that the toys were glad Santa Claus and his men had, for alittle while, gone out of the big workshop. It was a wonderfulplace—this workshop of Santa Claus. There many of the toys in the worldwere made for the boys and girls of the Earth. And as fast as he hadseveral boxes of toys ready, Santa Claus would hitch his eight reindeerto his sleigh, and down to Earth he would go. He would leave boxes andbags of toys at the different shops and warehouses, whence they weresent to other places where boys and girls could see them, and telltheir fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, uncles, aunts or cousins whatthey wanted for Christmas.
Biff! a big snowball went sailing across the room.
Bang! it struck the Plush Bear on his nose.
"Wuff! Wuff!" growled the Plush Bear, but he was not at all cross, and,an instant later, he sent another ball sailing toward the Flannel Pig.
"Oh, I didn't throw that! I didn't hit you!" squealed the Flannel Pig,as he tried to dodge out of the way of the mass of snow tossed by thePlush Bear.
"Never mind," growled Mr. Bruin, as the Bear was sometimes called. "It'sall in fun!"
And fun it was! At other times, when they were left alone, the toys inthe workshop of Santa Claus had fun, but never before, at least in along while, had windows been left open so that the snow blew in.
"It's almost as much fun as being out doors," said the Plush Bear again,as he moved his paws and shook his head from side to side. "I only wishthe Nodding Donkey could be here to enjoy it," he went on.
"Who is the Nodding Donkey?" asked the Wax Doll, as the Flannel Pig andthe others stopped snowballing for a moment.
"He was a toy who was born here, and who lived here for some time,before he was taken down to Earth," answered the Plush Bear. "He couldnod his head, and he did not have to be wound up with a key as I have tobe. I liked the Nodding Donkey very much. But he and the China Cat haveboth gone away.
"However, I suppose that is the way of things up here. We are made togive happiness to boys and girls, and the only way in which we can dothat is to allow ourselves to be taken to Earth by Santa Claus. Yes, Isuppose I shall be taken down some day," and once more he moved hishead from side to side, and looked very wise indeed, did the Plush Bear.
As I have said, he was not a Teddy Bear, though sometimes he looked likeone. He was made entirely of soft, brown, silky plush. This plushcovered from view the clock wheels and springs inside the Bear, whichwhen wound up, caused him to move and growl. But the wheels did not givethe Bear his wise look. That was put on his face by one of the workmenof Santa Claus.
"Oh, I know what we can do!" suddenly cried a Polar Bear, who had justshuffled along to join the fun. The Polar Bear was like the Plush Bearo