 
when the big green bus stopped in front of the drugstore, henry picked up 
his dog. 
ribsy was heavy. 
henry had a hard time getting him on the bus. 
then the bus driver said, "say, sonny, you can"t take that dog on the 
bus." 
"why not?" asked henry. 
"it's a company rule. 
no dogs on buses." 
"golly, mister, how am i going to get him home?" 
"sorry, sonny. 
i didn"t make the rule. 
no animal can ride on the bus unless it's inside a box or unless it's a 
seeing eye dog." 
"well, thanks anyway," said henry as he lifted ribsy off the bus. 
"i guess we will have to get you a box," henry told his dog. 
"i"ll get you on the next bus somehow." 
he went back into the drugstore, followed closely by ribsy. 
"have you got a big box i could have, please?" he asked the man at the 
toothpaste counter. 
"i need one big enough for my dog." 
the clerk leaned over the counter to look at ribsy. 
"a cardboard box?" he asked. 
"yes, please," said henry, wishing the man would hurry. 
he didn"t want to be late getting home. 
the clerk pulled the box out from under the counter. 
"this hair-tonic box is the only one i have. 
i guess it's big enough, but why anyone would want to put a dog in a 
cardboard box i can"t understand," he said. 
the box was about two feet square and six inches deep. 
on one end was printed, "don"t let them call you baldy," and on the other, 
"try our large economy size." 
