Jumps Magical Powers

As you all know, my name is Tim, and I left my home at the orphanage to go on sea Santa Claus. On the way, I met Jump Jump, a little elf only three inches tall.

I think you'll be excited by what happens today in our adventure with Jump Jump in Holiday House. Getting pretty exciting for Mary Holiday, Jump Jump, Ochi Pogney, the port, and Sleepy Slim in myself up at the North Pole, The selfish ice cream, but already still in Santa's rain there, had just whizzed down out of the sky and blown off with a wishing storm, which had been the only way we had to ride back to Santa's house.

Now what would we do? If you were suddenly out in the best snow-covered land without a house or a sign of a road in any direction, what would you do? I'll tell you what we did in just a minute.

Well, Aunt Anne, you say like you, I suppose. Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well.

All right, I'll try anything once. Up and down, up and down, up and down. I never knew it was so hard to talk like while you're jumping up and down. Neither did I, Mary Halliday. How do you do it, jump jump?

What do you do at Jump Jump? How do you jump and talk at the same time? Oh! Oh! It may be easy for him, but it isn't for me. I understand better now why Jump Jump talks so funny.

Oh, I don't see how sleepy Slim can sleep with you jumping up and down on him, Jump Jump, unless it's keeping him warm. It sure is a good way to keep warm, though. I'm starting to feel like a rubber ball myself.