MAIN STREET, WESTLER — This is the loudest quiet shop in town — tin whistles testing, wooden wheels rolling across the counter, and at least one child at all times saying "please" in their most convincing voice. It smells of fresh-cut pine, paint, and possibility.
Behind the Counter
Mr. Barnaby Whimble — a grown man only by measurement, and don't let him hear otherwise. He whittles, paints, and winds up every toy himself, and he tests each one personally, which he insists is work. Every child in Westler is certain he likes them best of all. Every one of them is right.
Mr. Whimble is the greatest adult-kid you could ever meet!
On the Shelves
- The wooden goose — the famous one. Waddles when you pull the string. Any resemblance to a certain opinionated town goose is, he claims, pure coincidence. Mmhmm.
- Spinning tops, marbles, and jacks
- Rag dolls and button-eyed critters
- Tin whistles — apologies in advance to every Ma and Pa in the valley
Current Special
The harvest whittling batch is in: new wooden geese, painted and string-pulled, ready before the winter give-getting season. They go quick. The real goose is flattered and pretends not to be.
On the Notice Board
"A favorite toy is a serious matter. We do repairs."
Ducket Stories on the Counter
Jack and Jill belongs to these shelves by nature rather than by name — there is no line in it that puts you in the shop, but it is a toy shop story through and through. Mr. Whimble, who whittles and paints and tests every last thing on these shelves himself, would tell you that is the same thing.
Jack and Jill99¢The whole story, start to finish