Jack-in-the-Box

A birthday story . . .

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Mother Goose and Jack-in-the-Box by “Daddy John” Fussner

One day Mother Goose hitched Rabbit, her little pony, to her little buggy and drove down to her warehouse.  Every child she saw waved to her and shouted hello.  You see, all the children like old Mother Goose, because she likes children and is good to them.

Mother Goose owned the largest warehouse in town, and in that warehouse were row after row of boxes stacked way, way up, all the way to the roof.  Why did she have so many toys?  Was she keeping them for Santa?  No they were her own toys, and she had them to give to children on their birthdays.  Every day, she hitched Rabbit to her little red buggy and drove down to the warehouse so she could pick out toys for the boys and girls who were having birthdays that day.  Some days the list was long, sometimes the list was longer, but never, never did she have a short list.

Well, this day she had a long list of boys’ names and a long, long list of girls’ names.  Up and down the long rows of boxes she went, with Jack-in-the-Box pushing a big box on wheels for Mother Goose to put the boxes of toys in.  Every day he went up and down the long, long rows, but never, never did he know what toys were in the boxes.  as he looked at the list, he saw Billy’s name.  He asked Mother Goose what Billy was getting for his birthday.

Mother Goose looked at Jack and said, “I know that you know, that I know, that you know that I won’t tell you what is in this box.”

Well, Jack got just a little peeved, and as they were finished with their work, he jumped into his box, ducked down, and pulled the lid shut with a bang.  You know that Mother Goose doesn’t like anyone to be peeved at her; so she knocked on the lid, calling for Jack to come out.  Come out he didn’t.  After a while, she opened the lid, but Jack was not in the box.  Where was he?  Nobody knew but Jack, and he wouldn’t tell.

“Well,” said Mother Goose, “he’s done it again.  I’d sure like to know how he gets out of that box and where he goes.”

With that, she closed the lid and started to leave.  as she was going out the door, she heard Jack call, “Good-bye, Mother Goose.  Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of everything.”

Looking back, Mother Goose saw Jack standing in the box, waving and grinning.  “I’d sure like to know,” said Mother Goose.  Waving good-bye, she closed the door, climbed into her little red buggy, and drove off.

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Santa Dreams a New Toy

Santa Dreams a New Toy  (and CD/book giveaway)

by Daddy John (Fussner)  Image

One day Santa went to his workshop to work on a new toy.  Santa had had a dream the night before and had seen this new toy in the dream.  Many of Santa’s new toys come from dreams.  First Santa took a piece of wood and sawed it on his power saw.  He cut many little pieces.  Next he took a big piece of plywood and cut it up into many small pieces.  Soon he had a big stack of wood.  It looked a lot like kindling wood.

Just then old Grumpy came in and said, “Santa, if you want to build a fire, I have some old wood you can use.  It’s foolish to cut up new wood for a fire.”

“Oh, hush up,” said Santa, “and go find Tweedle and Twill for me.”

Tweedle and Twill are two of the brownies that help Santa.  Some people would call them elves.  Old Grumpy left, and soon Tweedle and Twill came in.  Santa pointed to the stack of cut-up wood and said, “Get busy.”

While Santa sat in his old chair, Tweedle and Twill started playing with the pieces of wood.  Twill built a house for a little doll.  Tweedle built a church.  Next Tweedle built a store while Twill built a school.  They kept building until they had used up all the wood.  While old Santa sat and watched, they took it all apart.

Twill said, “Let’s build a tall skyscraper.”  Soon they had a building as tall as they could reach.

Twill said, “I’m going to put a flag pole way up on top.”  He reached as high as he could, and just as he was placing the flag on the roof, he slipped and fell.  Down came Twill, building and all, “Crash!”

Old Santa had been napping, and he awoke with a start.  Jumping up, he shouted, “What happened?”

Tweedle and Twill told him, and they all had a good laugh.  After placing all the parts neatly in a box, Santa, Tweedle, and Twill went in for lunch.  Soon the factory was making box after box of Santa’s new toy, to be given to little boys and girls who like to build things.  Would you like one for Christmas?

** My father made many clever toys for us, and built useful things for the house as well.  One toy was a Karo syrup can with a wire through it as a pull handle and rocks inside to make lots of noise . . . obviously an outdoor toy, and oh, the racket a child could make pulling it up and down the driveway! — Mary Garrett       A few more stories here.

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** Giveaway!!  Storyteller Mike Myers sent me a gift of a Precious Purple Plinka Plunka which inspires me to offer a free CD or book of your choice to one lucky commenter to this blog.  Take your time, as I’ll be busy figuring out which stories can use a bit of music.  Final entry date will be Christmas Day, which will give time to get yours to you by Three Kings Day.  ** Mike is already a winner . . . just tell me what you’d like, Mike.