“Yes sir,” said Nappy, “I wanted a dog and you helped me find one. He’s a good dog, too. And he likes to go to the dump.”
“Well, here we are,” said the trashman.
Nappy climbed down off the wagon and started looking around while the trashman was dumping the trash. And he saw a boy who was doing the same thing—looking around.
“Hello,” said Nappy. “Have you found anything?”
“I found a brown jug,” said the boy. “It’s cracked, but I can keep things in it.”
“I found a tin box,” said Nappy. “It’s dented, but I can collect things in it.”
“What’s your name?”
“Tommy,” said the boy.