"Run, kid, run!" shouted the man to Sunny Boy. "Let's see how well you
can run. I'll look after this tormenting one."
Sunny Boy took one look at Jerry sputtering in the snow, and then
turned and ran. He ran as fast as he could, and he never stopped till
he landed on his own doorstep and rang the bell. When Harriet came to
the door he was so out of breath that, for several minutes, he couldn't
tell her what had happened. And then, of course, before he could make
her understand about Jerry, he had to tell all about the party.
Daddy and Mother Horton had to hear about the party, too. And they
said that they would rather have a little boy for their son who behaved
as Sunny Boy had than a boy who acted the way Jerry Mullet did.
"But no one likes to be laughed at, and we won't be too hard on Jerry,"
said Mother Horton, as she helped Sunny Boy get ready for bed. "Shall
I put your donkey prize up here on the mantel shelf for you, Sunny Boy?"
Sunny Boy remembered her putting his donkey on the shelf for him, but
he did not remember seeing the donkey climb down again. Yet the next
time he looked at the shelf the donkey wasn't there. Then he saw it
sitting on the foot of his bed, laughing. The donkey laughed so hard
and opened his mouth so very wide that Sunny Boy could see the gumdrops
down inside him.
"Ha! Ha!" laughed the donkey. "Didn't Jerry look funny? Ha! Ha!"
"Mother says we mustn't laugh at him any more," Sunny Boy told the
donkey.
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