The little boy got up from the rug. He walked slowly upstairs to his room. It was dark. There was a big, empty place where his bed had been. The only place to sleep was on the floor. He was very unhappy.
He said, "Oh, I wish I didn't say what I did. I wish my little white bed had not run away. I wish it would come back right now. I want to put my head on its pillow and go to sleep.
