It was a beautiful day in the mountains.The sun was playing hide-andseek among the fluffy,floating clouds,and the air was soft and warm.
Bobo,the good little man of the mountains,was waiting for the birds and animals to come.To come for what do you suppose?To come for food —because at the door of his mountain cave,Bobo had many good things for them to eat.
He had nut cakes for the fuzzy tailed squirrels.
He had seed puddings for the pretty fluttering birds.
He had cabbage salads for the long-eared rabbits.
He had tiny cheeses —no bigger than cherries —and these were for the little mice.
Now on this beautiful sunny day,there came a Funny Thing which Bobo had never seen before.It looked something like a dog and also a little like a giraffe,and from the top of its head to the tip of its curled tail,there was a row of beautiful blue points.
"Good morning,"said Bobo."And what kind of an animal are you?"
"I'm not an animal,"said the Funny Thing."I'm an aminal !"
Bobo was about to say that there was no such word as aminal ,when the Funny Thing looked around fiercely and cried,"And what have you for a hungry aminal to eat?"
"Oh,"said Bobo,"here are some lovely nut cakes."
"I also have some fine seed puddings."
"This cabbage salad is very nice —"
"—and I'm sure you'd like these little cheeses."
But the Funny Thing turned away and said,"I never heard of such silly food!No aminal would eat those things.Haven't you any dolls today?"
"Dolls!"cried Bobo in surprise.
"Certainly,"said the Funny Thing."And very good they are —dolls."
"To eat?"cried Bobo,opening his eyes very wide at such an idea.
"To eat,of course,"said the Funny Thing smacking his lips."And very good they are —dolls."
"But it is not kind to eat up little children's dolls,"said Bobo,"I should think it would make them very unhappy."
"So it does,"said the Funny Thing,smiling pleasantly "but very good they are —dolls."
"And don't the children cry when you take away their dolls?"asked Bobo.
"Don't they though!"said the Funny Thing with a cheerful grin,"but very good they are —dolls."
Tears rolled down Bobo's face as he thought of the Funny Thing going around eating up dear little children's dolls.
"But perhaps you take only naughty children's dolls,"he said,brightening up.
"No,I take them specially from good children,"said the Funny Thing gleefully,"and very good they are —good children's dolls!"
"Oh,what shall I do?"thought Bobo,as he walked back and forth,back and forth.He was trying to think of plan to make this naughty aminal forget to eat dolls.
At last he had an idea!
So he said to the Funny Thing,"What a lovely tail you have!"
The Funny Thing smiled and wriggled his tail with a pleased motion.
"And those pretty black eyebrows,"Bobo continued.
The Funny Thing looked down modestly and smiled even more.
"But most wonderful of all is that row of blue points down your back,"said Bobo.
The Funny Thing was so pleased at this that he rolled foolishly on the ground and smiled very hard.
Then Bobo,who was really a wise old man,said to the Funny Thing,"I suppose you are so beautiful because you eat a great many jumjills?"
The Funny Thing had never heard of them.
"Jum-jills?"he asked eagerly."What is a jum-jill —is it a kind of doll?"
"Oh no,"said Bobo."Jum-jills are funny little cakes which make blue points more beautiful,and little tails grow into big ones."
Now the Funny Thing was very vain and there was nothing he would rather have had than a very long tail and bigger and more beautiful blue points.So he cried,"Oh please,dear kind man,give me many jum-jills!"
"Very well,"said Bobo."Sit down under this tree and wait for me."
The Funny Thing was all smiles and did as he was told,while Bobo went into his cozy little home,which was like a sort of tunnel under the mountain.
First he had to go through his little bedroom.Next he came to his study and finally he reached the kitchen,where he usually made up the food for the birds and animals.
Now he took a big bowl,into which he put:seven nut cakes,five seed puddings,two cabbage salads and fifteen little cheeses.
He mixed them with a spoon and rolled them into little round balls.
These little balls were jum-jills.
He put them all on a plate and carried them out to the Funny Thing,who was still waiting under the tree.
"Here are you jum-jills,"said Bobo,as he handed the plate to the Funny Thing.
The Funny Thing ate one and said,"And very good they are —jum-jills."
Then he ate another and said,"And very good they are —jum-jills."
And so on until he had eaten them all up.
"And very good they are —jum-jills,"he said with a smack of his lips,after they were all gone.
Then the Funny Thing went home,but the next day he came back for more jum-jills.His tail was already a little longer,his blue points were beginning to grow,and he looked very happy indeed.
Every day the Funny Thing came back for more jum-jills.He came for a long,long time and each day his tail was a little longer.Buton the twentieth day his tail had grown so long that he couldn't move about much.
So he chose a nice big mountain and sat on the very top of it.Every day Bobo sent birds to carry jum-jills to the Funny Thing,and as the Funny Thing's tail grew longer and longer,he curled it contentedly around his mountain.
His one joy in life was his beautiful blue-pointed tail,and by and by the only words he ever said were:"And very good.They are —jum-jills!"
So of course he ate no more dolls and we have kind old Bobo to thank for that.
