“You can store it in my bed room,” cried the Dunce, “only leave just enough room for me to sleep in!”
“You mean, leave enough room so you can eat yourself to death,” laughed the Cowboy.
“We can put a little of it in the cellar,” said the Cook. “Maybe two or three pieces.”
“There’s room for four or five pieces in the tool house,” suggested the Old Soldier, “and I think we can put the rest in the upper floor of the school house.”
It was decided to store as much as possible in the school house and the little men began carrying the candy in as fast as they could.
“We can’t put any more in here,” shouted the Old Soldier, who came running out of the school house after several pieces had been stored away. “We’ve stored eight chocolates and a stick of peppermint upstairs and the beams have begun to bend. The floor will come tumbling down if we put another piece up there.”
Other places had to be found to store the candy and when the last piece had been put away there wasn’t a bit of vacant space left anywhere in the little houses under the rose bush.
“Great grief!” exclaimed the General, when the last piece had been tucked away, “we’ll have enough candy to last us the rest of our natural lives.”
“Don’t you worry about that, General,” cried the Dunce. “I can eat a whole chocolate myself.”
After the Teenie Weenies had eaten their Christmas dinner, a whole chocolate was placed on the table and every one of the little people was allowed to eat all the candy he wanted.