“Not the Cressey we sell eggs and honey to?” cried the farmer, in surprise.
“Yes, the very same one,” said his wife. “I remember the last time I took eggs there I saw Donald playing with his Dog. His uncle, Mr. Blakeley, gave it to him.”
“Well, if this is Donald’s Dog I don’t want it,” said the farmer. “I wonder how it got in my beehive, though. Do you think Donald is around here?”
“No; I’m sure he wouldn’t come away out here alone, and none of his folks has been here. But I am going to his house now with these eggs, and I’ll take the Woolly Dog back.”
“All right,” agreed the farmer, and the Woolly Dog was placed in the basket of eggs. He was so soft and fluffy that he did not break a one, even though he bounced around on them as the farmer’s wife drove to town in the donkey cart. The place where the bees were kept was a little way beyond the suburb of the city in which Donald lived.
“More adventures!” thought the Woolly Dog, as he was jiggled and joggled about on the eggs in the basket. “Will they never end? And that ticklish feeling inside me—I wonder if it could have been caused by the bees’ legs? No, it couldn’t! For I felt ticklish inside before that bad boy tossed me into the beehive. And, anyhow, the bees tickled me on the outside, not on the inside. Well, it can’t be helped, I suppose.”
You can imagine how surprised Donald and his sister were when the “Egg Lady,” as they called the farmer’s wife, brought back the Woolly Dog. Donald had missed his plaything from the porch on coming back after having gone to see the hand-organ man and monkey, and when he told his mother what had happened she said:
“Someone must have come in and have taken your dog,” for Susan did not remember having picked it up with the other toys.
“But how it got in our beehive, we can’t guess,” said the “Egg Lady.”
“Some boy must have taken it off our porch and then have gotten tired of carrying the Dog,” said Mrs. Cressey. “Then he tossed him over the fence.” And that is just the way it happened, except that the bad boy was afraid of the policeman, and that’s why he threw away the Woolly Dog.