"The Lamb On Wheels" – Part 4 - A Classic Story For Children

We continue with this lovely cheerful animal story. The Lamb On Wheels is settling down in her new home with her owner the little girl Mirabell, and her brother Arnold. And the fluffy toy's adventure has begun! She ends up with a new look that she’s not too crazy about. This series of stories is about the adventures of a toy Lamb on Wheels. Here is Chapter 4 of this playtime story.

Transcript

Hello, This is Stefania and this is the next chapter of The Lamb on Wheels. The last time that we visited The Lamb on Wheels, She had just gone sailing through the kitchen door outside. And luckily she got rescued in time by Mirabelle and Arnold. They've brought the lamb back inside now, And they're checking her over just to make sure that she's okay and didn't get hurt. And now, Here is part four of The Lamb on Wheels. Is she hurt? Asked Arnold as he saw his sister holding her new toy. No, She seems to be all right, Replied Mirabelle. But I'm not going to slide her down the ironing board hill any more today. She must go to sleep. So the board was hung away, And soon the lamb was put in a little stable which Mirabelle had made for her out of a cardboard box. The stable was set in a corner of the playroom near a little wooden lion that had once lived in a Noah's Ark toy. He was the only one of the Ark animals left. Arnold or Mirabelle had lost all the others. No, Be afraid of me. I won't bite you, Said the wooden lion to the lamb on wheels when they were left alone in the playroom. The children had gone downstairs to eat dinner with Uncle Tim, And the sailor was telling them many funny stories about the sea. Oh, I'm not afraid of you, Said the lamb on wheels to the wooden lion. I am much larger than you, Even if you are like the jungle animals. It isn't my fault that I am small, Said the wooden lion a little crossly, The lamb thought. I had to be made this way to fit into the Ark, But I am glad to see you. The two new friends spent some time together telling each other their different adventures, And then suddenly the door of the playroom opened and Mirabelle came in. Hush, Not another word, Said the wooden lion in a whisper. Well, I guess my lamb has slept long enough, Said Mirabelle, Picking up her new toy. I'll have some fun with her before I go to bed. She petted her lamb and took off the blue ribbon from the wooly creature's neck. I must smooth it out and tie a better bow, Said Mirabelle. It got all messed up when you slid down the ironing board. So Mirabelle played with her lamb until it was time for the little girl to go to bed. Uncle Tim came up to see Mirabelle and Arnold and to say good-bye, For he was going on another sea voyage. And bring me a parrot when you come back, Begged Arnold. Would you like a monkey, Mirabelle? Asked the jolly sailor. No, Thank you, She answered. A monkey is nice, But he might pull the wool off my lamb. Ha-ha, That's so. He might, Laughed the jolly sailor. Well, Good-bye, Mirabelle and Arnold and the lamb on wheels. Then Uncle Tim went away and the children went to bed while the lamb on wheels was put in the cardboard box stable near the wooden lion. And in the night they played together and had a fine time. The lamb on wheels, In the days that followed, Began to feel quite at home in Mirabelle's house, And she liked her little girl mistress better and better, For Mirabelle was very kind. Someday, When it gets warmer, I'll take my lamb over to Dorothy's house and let her see the sawdust dowel, Sent Mirabelle to her brother, And I'll take my fire engine over and I'll ride on Dick's rocking horse, Said Arnold, But it is so cold now the water in my engine might freeze if I took it over to Dick's house. Yes, It is cold, Agreed Mirabelle. I guess I'll take my lamb down to the front room where there's a fire on the hearth. I'll come too, Said Arnold, I'll bring my little fire engine. Soon the two children were having a good time with their toys in front of the fireplace in the front room, On the hearth blazed a crackling warm fire of logs. Now you can get nice and warm, Said Mirabelle to her lamb as she set her down close to the fireplace. You stay here and get warm, And I'll go and ask Susan, The cook, For some cookies to eat. Arnold also went to the kitchen with his sister, And when the two children came back to the front room, They saw a dreadful sight. A spark had popped out from the fire and set fire to a piece of paper on the floor near the lamb on wheels. Oh, She'll burn. My lamb on wheels will burn, Cried Mirabelle as she rushed forward. Mirabelle and Arnold had been told to be very careful whenever they played in the front room if a fire was burning on the open hearth. But for the moment the little girl forgot about this. All she thought about was that her lamb on wheels might be burned by the blazing paper, Which had been set on fire by a spark popping out from the blazing logs on the hearth. Oh, My lamb, My poor lamb, Cried Mirabelle. Look out, Shouted Arnold. Don't go too close. Why not? Asked her sister. I have to get my lamb on wheels away from the fire. No, You mustn't, Arnold said. Your dress might catch on fire. The piece of paper was burning on the wide brick hearth of the fireplace and not on the carpet. And the lamb was close to the piece of paper that was on fire. Altogether too close to fire was the lamb. She was in great danger. But I've got to save her. I must save my pet lamb, Cried Mirabelle. She was going to rush forward, But her brother caught hold of her and held her back. Wait, Cried Arnold. I can put out the fire and save your lamb. How? With my fire engine. It has real water in it, And I'll pump some on the paper and save your lamb from burning up. Watch me, Mirabelle, But don't go near the fire. The piece of paper close to the lamb on wheels was now sending up a bright blaze. It was really burning. It would have been pretty if it had not been so dangerous. Arnold quickly wheeled his fire engine as close to the blazing paper as he felt it was safe to go. The engine had a little pump on it, And it spurted out real water, With which it was now filled. I'm a fireman, And I'm going to put out a real fire, Cried Arnold. He pressed back the little latch. There was a whirring sound as all the wheels spun round, And then the little rubber hose on the pump of the engine filled with water. A moment later, A small stream spurted out, And Arnold aimed it right for the piece of burning paper. The water fell in a small shower on the fire, And then with a hiss and spluttering and sending up a cloud of smoke, The paper stopped burning. Doot, Doot, The fire is out, Cried the boy, Making believe, Blowing his engine whistle. Now your lamb is safe, Mirabelle. Oh, I'm so glad. Thank you, Arnold, Exclaimed his sister. She ran forward and picked up her lamb on wheels, And I'm glad to say the wool was not even burnt, Not the least tiny bit. Oh, She's all right, She's all right. My lamb isn't hurt a bit, Arnold, Cried Mirabelle. I told you I'd save her, Said the boy, But you mustn't ever run near a fire yourself, Mirabelle. Wait for me to put it out with my engine. That's what fire engines and fire departments are for. Dear me, That came near being a terrible adventure for me, Thought the lamb on wheels as Mirabelle carried her back from the fireplace, In another minute I would have been all on fire from that paper, And wool does burn so fast. When the lamb had been saved, The mother of the two children came into the front room. What is burning? She cried. Have you been playing with fire? No, Mother, Answered Arnold. And he told what had happened. As the days passed, Mirabelle came to love her lamb on wheels more and more. Sometimes the little girl would tie a string to the wooden platform on which her toy stood and pull the lamb around the house, Just as Arnold used to do with his little red wagon. I like to ride that way, Thought the lamb. The lamb was wishing, Though, That Mirabelle would take her next door to see the sawdust dowel. But as it happened, Dorothy was ill, And it was not thought best for Mirabelle to go visit her for a few days. However, Mirabelle could look from her windows over to those in the house where Dick and Dorothy lived, And though Dorothy was too ill to be out of bed, Dick was not. Dick would stand by the window in his house, And Mirabelle and Arnold would stand at the window in their front room and look across. The children waved to one another, And Dick would hold up the head of his rocking horse for Mirabelle and Arnold to see. Once Mirabelle held up her lamb on wheels at the same time that Dick had his rocking horse close to the window, And the two toys saw each other for the first time since they had been separated. Oh, There is my old friend, The rocking horse, Thought the lamb on wheels. Oh, I wish I could talk to him. The horse wished the same thing, And he even thought that perhaps he might get a chance to run over some evening after dark and talk to the lamb. But the doors of both houses were locked every night, And though the horse and lamb could roam about and seem to come to life when no one was watching them, They could not unlock doors. So they had to be content to look at each other through the windows. I wish I could see the sawdust down, Thought the lamb when she had looked over at the horse one day. I'd like to speak to her. There came a few days of bright sunshine, And when the weather was not so cold, One afternoon Arnold said to Mirabelle. I'm going to take my little red wagon out on the sidewalk in front of the house. Why don't you bring out your lamb? I will if Mother will let me, Said Mirabelle, And Mother did. Soon the two children were running up and down the front of the house, Mirabelle pulling her lamb along by a string, And Arnold pretending to be a captain with his wagon. Oh, There comes a man to put some coal in Dorothy's house, Called Arnold as a big wagon drawn by two strong horses stopped in front of the place where the sawdust owl and the white rocking horse lived. Let's go down and watch, He said. All right, Agreed Mirabelle, So she pulled her lamb on wheels down the sidewalk and Arnold hauled his red wagon along. At Dorothy's house, The place to keep the coal, Called a coal bin, Was partly under the pavement, And to put the coal in, A round iron cover was lifted up from a hole in the pavement, And the coal was then dumped through this hole. As the children watched, And as Dorothy, Who was now better, Stood at the window with her brother Dick, Also looking on, The coalman took the cover off the hole in the pavement so he could dump the black lumps of coal through the opening into the bin. I wouldn't want to fall down there, Said Mirabelle to her brother. I should say not, Said Arnold. The coalman, After opening the large round hole in the sidewalk, Climbed back on his wagon to shovel his load of coal into the hole. Just then, Carlo, The dog belonging to Dorothy, Ran barking out of the side entrance of the house where he lived. Carlos always became excited when coal was being put into this sidewalk hole. Woof, Woof, Barked Carlo. Look out you don't fall down that hole, Cried Mirabelle. Just then, Carlo gave a jump around behind the little girl, And somehow or other, He became entangled in the string that was tied on the lamp. Look out Carlo, Look out, Cried Mirabelle. Be careful or you'll break my lamp's string. But Carlo was not careful. He did not mean to make trouble, But he did. He barked and growled and jumped around until his legs were all tangled up in that cord. Oh dear, Suddenly cried Arnold. Look at your lamp. And as he spoke, Carlo gave a big jump to get the string off his legs. The string broke, But as it did so, The lamp started to roll towards the open hole. And at the same moment, The driver of the wagon began shoveling some of the black lumps of coal down the opening. Oh, Oh, Oh, Cried Mirabelle. And then the white wooly lamb on wheels rolled across the sidewalk and disappeared down into the dark coal hole. Mirabelle and Arnold were so surprised for a moment at what had happened that they could only stand there. Looking at the hole in the sidewalk down which the lamb on wheels had fallen. Carlo, The fuzzy little dog, Seems to know that he had done something wrong in getting tangled in that string, Breaking it off, And so sending the lamb wheeling along until she slid into the coal hole. And the dog gave a howl and ran back towards the house. And finally managed to get his legs loose from the cord. Oh, Oh, Barked Carlo as he ran. Perhaps he feared that he too might slip down that black dark hole which led into the coal storage place of Dorothy's house. Then as Mirabelle and Arnold stood, Looking with wide-opened eyes at the place where they had last seen the lamb, The man on the wagon threw another shovelful of coal down the hole. Wait a minute, Stop. Oh, Please, Stop, Begged Mirabelle. What's that? What's the matter? Asked the coal-wagon driver. Her little lamb fell down the coal hole, Explained Arnold. Carlo got tangled in the string, It broke, And she fell down the hole. Don't throw any more coal on her till we get her out. Do you mean that Carlo fell down the hole? Asked the coal-wagon driver. No, Carlo is a dog, Explained Mirabelle. He got tangled up in my lamb's string and she fell down the hole. I haven't named my lamb yet. She's on wheels. On wheels? Cried the man. A lamb on wheels? Well, I declare that's the first time I've ever heard of that. Oh, She isn't a real live lamb, Explained Mirabelle. She's a toy. A wooly one from the store, And my uncle, Tam, Who's a sailor, Gave her to me. Well now, Honey, I'm sure sorry to hear that, Said the man. Your toy lamb down the coal hole. That is too bad. Can we get her out? Asked Arnold. I'll crawl down the hole and get the lamb if you don't throw any more coal. I won't throw any more coal down the hole, Not for a while. Not when I know what the trouble is, Said the kind-hearted driver. But I don't believe, My little man, That you should go down that coal hole. At that moment, The door of Dorothy's house opened and her mother came out on the porch. What is it, Mirabelle? She asked, What has happened? She saw the children from next door talking to the coal driver, And she wondered about it. Oh, My lamb! My lamb is down the coal hole, Said Mirabelle. Oh, That's too bad, Exclaimed Dorothy's mother. I saw you holding a toy lamb up to the window before Dorothy was taken ill. How did your toy get down the coal hole? Mirabelle and Arnold towed by turns, And the driver said, I'm sure sorry, Lady, But it's not my fault at all. I know it wasn't, Said Dorothy's mother, But do you think you could get the little girl's lamb back? Well, That hole isn't so very big, Was the answer, As the driver scratched his head. But I might squeeze myself down into it. Oh, I think a better way would be to go down into our basement, Crawl over the hole, The storage space, And get the lamb out that way, Dorothy's mother said. Yes, I could do it that way. I've been down on your cellar before. I'll get the lamb on wheels, Dorothy's mother waited on the front porch, And Mirabelle and Arnold waited on the sidewalk near the coal hole. A little while after the man had gone in the side entrance through the cellar and into the coal storage, The two children heard him calling, As if from the ground beneath them. I've got the lamb, Said the driver in a voice that sounded far off and rumbly. Watch now, I'm going to throw it up the hole. All right, Said Arnold, I'll catch her. No, Don't throw my lamb, Objected Mirabelle, She might fall on the sidewalk and break. All right then, I'll hand her up out of the hole, Called the man who is now in the partly filled storage under the sidewalk. Watch out for her. Mirabelle and Arnold could hear him walking around on the coal under the sidewalk. In another half minute a hand was thrust up through the hole and in the hand was a white, Wooly lamb on wheels. Oh, Wait a minute, Did I say white? Well, I meant to say a black lamb. For Mirabelle's white, Clean lamb on wheels was now covered with black coal dust. Oh, That isn't my lamb on wheels at all, Cried Mirabelle, And there were real tears in her eyes as her brother took the coal dust-covered toy from the man's hand. That isn't my lamb at all. Oh yes, It must be, Mirabelle, Said Dorothy's mother, No other lamb has fallen down the coal hole. But my lamb was white and this one is black, Sobbed the little girl. Well, Bring her in here and we'll wash her nice and clean and white again, Said Dorothy's mother. Bring your lamb in, Mirabelle. Dorothy is better now, Though she cannot be out yet, And she will be glad to see you. Come in and I'll wash your lamb. And I certainly do need a bath, Thought the lamb to herself when she heard this talk. She could look down at her legs and see how black they were. Oh, What a terrible adventure it is to fall into a coal hole. I wonder what will happen next. What will happen next? You'll find out in the next part, Part five, Of the story of the lamb on wheels. Bye for now.

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