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Updated: June 29, 2025
And you know folks are always in a hurry when they're going to a ball game especially boys. And they're in the most terrible hurry of all when somebody else has to get them there. If Johnny Green had to walk, maybe he'd think there was time to stop and rest now and then." Old Spot recalled the day when he followed Twinkleheels to the village and back.
"After I wear them a while and they get shiny on the bottoms, how they will twinkle in the sunlight when I'm trotting along the road!" In a few minutes more the blacksmith had nailed all of Twinkleheels' four shoes to his feet. It seemed to Twinkleheels that he could never wait until Ebenezer was shod.
"By minding my business," Ebenezer explained with a shrewd glance at his young companion. The answer and the look were both lost on Twinkleheels. "I heard Farmer Green tell Johnnie to turn me and you into the pasture to-morrow," he told Ebenezer. "Don't you mean 'you and me'?" Ebenezer suggested mildly. "Well, it's the same thing, isn't it?" Twinkleheels retorted.
Easy, boy!" the blacksmith said to him. And old Ebenezer made haste to explain that there was no danger. "Won't my foot be burned?" Twinkleheels faltered. "Not enough to do any harm," said Ebenezer. "You don't feel any pain, do you?" "No!" "The shoe's not very hot; and the blacksmith wouldn't hold it against your hoof long enough to harm you," Ebenezer assured him. Twinkleheels wriggled his nose.
Johnnie found his father at work in the barn. "What shall I do?" Johnnie asked him. "I can't catch Twinkleheels. I've been trying for about an hour. And he won't let me get near enough to him to grab him." Farmer Green laughed. "He's a rascal," he said. "You'll have to coax him with something to eat. Put a few handfuls of oats in the four-quart measure and hold it up so he can see it.
But snow went up the inside of his sleeves, and down his neck, and into his eyes and ears and even his mouth. He jumped up spluttering. And Twinkleheels jumped at the same time. He tried to run. But he could make little headway in the snow, and Johnnie caught his bridle rein and stopped him. "You'd better put that pony back in the barn," Farmer Green called from the woodshed door.
"Surely your new shoes don't hurt you!" "No! They don't hurt, exactly," Twinkleheels replied. "But my feet feel terribly heavy. These iron shoes aren't as comfortable to wear as I had expected." "You'll soon get used to them," said Ebenezer. "In a short time you won't know you're wearing shoes unless you happen to lose one."
"If you're so fond of kicking, just step up behind me!" Twinkleheels urged him. "No, thank you!" said Spot. "I don't want one of my ribs cracked." "Ho!" cried Twinkleheels. "Who said anything about one rib? I'll crack all of them for you if you'll come where I can reach you." Spot moved further away. "Do you mean that?" he asked in a somewhat frightened voice. "Certainly not!" said Twinkleheels.
He no longer heard anything that his youthful neighbor said. "I'll see that he learns something in the pasture to-morrow," Twinkleheels promised himself. "I'll get him to race with me if he can stay awake long enough. And I'll show him such a burst of speed as he's never seen in all his twenty years."
Johnnie Green spoke to him and urged him forward. "I'll wait for Ebenezer," Twinkleheels decided. And he wouldn't budge until Farmer Green led the old horse into the smithy. Then Twinkleheels followed. "Goodness!" he cried to Ebenezer a moment later. "This place is afire. Let's get outside at once!" He had caught sight of a sort of flaming table against one of the walls. "Don't be alarmed!"
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