Mr.Daywasonholiday.Hewasstayinginasmalltown.Onesunnymorning,hewenttothemarket,andsawabeautifulblanketthere.Thetownwasfamousforblankets.TheblanketMr.Daysawwasverybig,andfullofrichcolors.Helookedatitforalongtime,butwentaway.Thenextdayhepassedandsawitagain.Heaskedtheprice.“Thisone,sir?Thisisaveryspecialblanket.”Saidtheman.“Yes,buthowmuchisit?”“It’saspecialone,sir,soitisnotcheap.It’sbeautiful,isn’tit?”“Yes,it’sverybeautiful,but...”“It’salsoveryold.Itbelongedtoagreatmanmanyyearsago.SoIcan’tsellitcheaply.”“No,howmuchisit?”MrDayaskedagain.“Abeautiful,oldblanket,sir.Anditisalsoamagicblanket.Amagicflyingblanket.Amancamethismorningandofferedmefivehundredpoundsforit.’“Oh!”saidMr.Day.“ButIlikeyou,sir.Youareaverynicegentleman.Iwillsellittoyou.Fivehundredandfiftypounds.”“No”saidMr.Day.“Hereismyaddress.Flyoverontheblanket.I’llpayyouwhenyouarrive.”