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“How could they if it was a desert island?” interrupted Twaddles. “Nobody lives on a desert island.”
“Well, they did on this one,” retorted Dot. “Cinderella was afraid to ring the doorbells, but Robinson Crusoe went right up and punched ’em hard. And when the folks came to the door, if he didn’t know them, he said he hoped they would excuse him.”
“I don’t believe they have doorbells, either,” murmured Professor Twaddles, but Dot paid no attention to him. She was determined to finish her story.
“Pretty soon they came to a house,” she continued, “where little Red Riding Hood lived. She was very glad to see them and when they asked her to take a walk, she said she would. And they walked and they walked, and by and by they came to a deep, dark forest.”
Dot paused and shook her finger at the professor.
“The Three Bears lived in that wood,” she said slowly. “And they came out to eat them up! The Big Bear said he would eat Cinderella and the Middle Bear was going to eat Robinson Crusoe and the Little Bear said he would eat little Red Riding Hood.”
“Did they?” asked Twaddles with interest.
“No, they didn’t,” replied Dot. “There was a Fairy Tree at the edge of the wood and Jack the Giant Killer lived inside it. He heard the Three Bears talking and he jumped right out of that tree and killed them with his hatchet. And, after that, a ship came and got Cinderella and the others, too, and took them home. And they all lived happily ever after.”