Climbing up, the Teenie Weenies found the Dunce standing up to his knees in a plate of sticky taffy!
“I—I—I’m stuck,” sobbed the Dunce.
“Yes, we can see you are,” said the General, with a smile, as he walked up to the side of the plate.
After a great deal of work the Cowboy and the Turk pulled the Dunce out.
“What were you doing in that taffy?” asked the General, as he led the Dunce up the garden towards the Teenie Weenie house.
“I saw the plate,” answered the Dunce, “and I—I—I just went up to get a taste and—and—”
“You got stuck fast,” said the General.
“Yes—I did,” and the Dunce looked sad and sorry.
“Look here,” said the General, “you’ve got to stop this running away, or I’ll send you off to the little girl who wrote us a letter and said that if the Dunce would come and live with her, she would reform him, and make a good boy out of him. I think you need reforming.”