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  The Toy Home.                                                       Page 12 of 12

              It was evening on Christmas Day, and a little light snow was falling outside.  From his warm and cozy seat on Sarah’s bed, the little bear could see the flakes dancing past the window pane.  From the kitchen came sounds of dinner.  The little bear watched the snow for a while, then rested his eyes on his good friend the rocking horse, now standing proudly in the corner of the room, next to Sarah’s dresser.

            “So my wish came true, after all!” the little bear breathed happily.

            “What wish was that, little bear?”

            “That you would have a warm and happy Christmas.”

            “You wished that for me?  How wonderful!” the rocking horse said.  “But funny, too, you know ...”

            “What do you mean?”

            “Well, you looked so forlorn there on the street ... I made the exact same wish for you!”  And they both laughed.

            After a few minutes, the little bear said, “Do you know, I think -- I know I saw the witch on the floor of the building I was taken to.  So I think she may be all right, too.”

            “Yes ... Maybe not a Christmas like ours, but at least some place safe and dry, and with other toys to keep her company.  I think things will turn out all right for her, too.”

            The little bear sighed.  “And now I have just one more wish.”

            “On this perfect day?  What could you possibly wish for?”

            “Oh, it’s just a little wish,” said the little bear, “and if it doesn’t come true, I’ll understand...”

            They drifted into drowsy silence.

            Presently, they heard the sound of chairs being pushed back.  Dinner was over, and they could hear Sarah’s light footsteps as she skipped down the hall to her room.

            “Hello, Mr. Bear,” she said, turning on the light, “it’s time for me to take my bath ... You know, you look kind of lonely sitting on that bed all by yourself.  Here!”  She lifted the little bear and set him on the rocking horse.  “Why don’t you keep Rocking Horse company for a while!”  And she skipped out of the room, shutting off the light behind her.

            With a long, contented sigh, the little bear settled onto the back of the rocking horse, happily realizing that even his last wish had come true.

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