|At last, tired and hungry, he returned to the house.
In a corner of the pantry he saw a box full of old toys, and there, between blocks and broken dolls, was Willy.
"What happened?" said Alexander, surprised.
Willy told him a sad story. It had been Annie's birthday.
There had been a party and everyone had brought a gift.
"The next day," Willy sighed, "many of the old toys were dumped in this box.
We will all be thrown away."
Alexander was almost in tears. "Poor, poor Willy!" he thought.
But then suddenly something caught his eye. Could it really be...? Yes it was!
It was a little purple pebble.