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The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 13, Issue 12 (March 1, 1939.)

Adventures With Bingo

page 56

Adventures With Bingo

(Continued from page 27)

Peter by the hand, Bingo led him across the Bridge of Dreams.

On the other side of the cave was a ring in the wall. Catching hold of it, Bingo gave it a tug, and a stone door swung open, revealing a flight of stone steps, leading upwards. Bingo ran nimbly up the steps, Peter following close at his heels. Presently they came to the end of the steps and walked out into sunshine—on the other side of the mountains.

It was day. Peter looked around in surprise. They were standing in the street of a strange little village; with quaint little low-gabled houses, each painted a pretty bright colour and set among trees, and gay little gardens. It was in no way like an ordinary village, for all within it was made of wood—just as if someone had taken a board and a fret saw, and cut out the cows, and the horses and trees, and everything else one could make out of wood.

In the streets were wee wooden people, stiff and straight, with bright painted clothes and jolly, round faces. And there at the corner was standing a sign post bearing the words: “Wooden Toy Village.”

“We had better go straight to visit the old Toy-maker, or he might be offended,” said Bingo.

At that moment, a little toy 'bus shot round the corner, and stopped with a honk of its wee wooden horn.

“Hop aboard! Hop aboard!” cried its driver, and Peter and Bingo scrambled on top.

“To Toy-maker's Corner,” said Bingo, giving the driver two roasted peanuts out of his little fur purse.

They rattled along up the street, scattering the dogs and the pigs on the road as they went. Presently, they drew up before the quaintest wee house in the village—its low wooden eaves nearly touching the ground.

“Toy-maker's Corner, it is,” cried the driver, and he bundled them on to the street. With a honk of his horn he was off in a cloud of white dust.

Just then there flew overhead six little 'planes, their wooden propellers making a loud, whirring sound.

“They have just been released from the Toy-maker's shop,” explained Bingo.

Over the door of the Toy-maker's shop hung a neat painted sign, which read:—