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 In a nursery where a number of toys lay 

scattered about, a pottery piggy bank stood on 

the top of a very high wardrobe. In the back of 

the pig was a slit, and this slit had been mad 

bigger with a knife so that notes and large 

coins could get through. The piggy bank was 

stuffed so full that it could no longer rattle, 

which is the best way a piggy bank can be.

There he stood upon the cupboard, high and 

mighty, looking down on all the other toys in 

the room. He knew very well that he had 

enough inside himself to buy all the other toys, 

and this made him very big-headed.

Everything else in the room thought of 

this also, although they did not say it, 

there were so many other things to talk 

about. A large doll, still handsome 

(though rather old, for her neck had 

been mended) lay inside one of the 

drawers, which was partly open. She 

called out to the others, “Let’s have a 

game at being humans.”

When everyone heard this they got very 

excited. It was late at night, but as the moon 

shone through the windows, they had light. 

And as the game was now to begin, everyone 

was asked if they wanted to join in, even the 

children’s train carriage, which belonged 

among the cheaper toys. “Everyone is 

worthwhile,” said the train carriage,   “we 

cannot all be fancy and sitting around.”

The piggy bank was the only one who 

got a written invitation. He stood so high 

that they were afraid he would not 

come if it wasn’t written down. But in his 

reply he said that the only way for him 

to join in was to watch from above. He 

asked them to arrange things so he 

could see and they did.

The little toy theater was therefore put up in 

such a way that the piggy bank could look 

directly into it. Some wanted to begin with a 

comedy and afterwards to have a tea party, 

but they started with the tea party.

The rocking-horse talked about training 

and racing. The train carriage spoke of 

railways and steam power. The clock 

went “Tick, tick” to anyone who’d listen. 

He told everyone he knew what time it 

was, but someone whispered that he 

didn’t have the right time. The walking 

stick stood by, looking stiff and proud 

and on the sofa lay two old cushions, 

not saying much.

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