Marmaduke was worried. He didn't want the pretty sleigh and the reindeer to run away. He might never see them again.
"Wait!" he shouted.
"Whoa—you villains!" It was a strange little voice that ordered the reindeer.
The red and blue sleigh stopped short.
Marmaduke rubbed his eyes.
The strange little voice spoke again.
"Jump in," it said.
And there in the front seat of the toy sleigh sat a funny little chap, about as big as the Toyman's thumb—no bigger. He wore a pointed cap that shone like tinsel on a Christmas tree. He wore a white coat that sparkled too.
"Who are you?" asked the little sick boy. "That's my sleigh. You shan't run off with it."
And the funny voice under the white cap answered.