It rolled across the front hall. It squeaked and creaked. And it went out of the front door. When the boy went into his room, the little white bed was gone, gone, gone!
The little boy looked at his mother. His mother looked very sad.
The little boy looked at his father. His father looked sad, too.
"It's too bad, son," they said. "You will have no little white bed to sleep in tonight."
But the little boy was happy. He didn't want to go to sleep. He didn't want his bed.
