The reindeer nearly ran into it. That would have been too bad, for the sleigh would have torn it in two. And as they passed, Marmaduke saw little baby angels lying there, curled up in the cloud, fast asleep, with their wings folded.
A whole fleet of the clouds passed by and there was only clear air ahead of them, they thought, but no!
"Bang." They had bunked into something high up in the sky.
"Very careless," said Jack Frost, as he pulled on the reins.
It was very bright, and Marmaduke blinked hard.
Ahead of them lay another island, but this one was round and flat and shiny like a gold shield, with a little hill in the centre. And there upon the hill sat a jolly old man, round and fat, with a pipe in his mouth and a sack on his back.
"Hello, old Top!" said Jack Frost.
"Good evening, you mischief-maker," replied the Man-in-the-Moon. "What are you up to now?"
"Oh, I've brought one of the little earth children to see you. This is Marmaduke Green. He's been sick, so I thought I'd give him a ride."
"Oh, ho! That's it. You do do someone a good turn now and then, after all."