"I'd better hurry home, too," said Mr. Dunn, talking to himself, a way
some jolly men have. "It's snowing worse, and I don't want to be kept
out here all night. I want to get back with the Christmas presents.
Archie will surely like that Stuffed Elephant."
And then, never thinking that the Elephant had been tossed out of the
broken window into a bank of snow, Mr. Dunn started his car off on
another road, leaving the poor Elephant stuck in the drift.
"Oh, this is dreadful! Terrible!" thought the Elephant. "I am freezing
to death! Santa Claus wanted me to have adventures, but none like this,
I'm sure! What shall I do?"
If the Elephant had only been allowed to come to life and call out when
Mr. Dunn was around all would have been well. For, though Archie's
father might have been surprised at hearing a toy speak, he never would
have gone away and left it in the snow.
But the toy Elephant did not dare call out, though, now that no one
could see him, he pretended to come to life and began to struggle to get
out of the snow. It was getting dark, and growing colder, and even a toy
Elephant does not like to be left all night in a snowdrift.
"Oh, if only I can pull my trunk out and get the snow from my left eye,
maybe I can see which path Mr.
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