“We wish we were little girl and boy
As tiny as each Tooth-Pick toy.”
They did not know they were sitting on a wishing rug.
No sooner had they made their wish than they grew smaller, and smaller, and smaller, and went inside the very tent they had made.
At this exciting minute a voice said:
“And now we see the circus ring,
Round which the old clowns dance and sing,
The animals will march two and two,
And make a little show for you.”
“Oh, oh,” cried Jack and Jill. “What if our Tooth-Pick Clown and animals should become alive?”