All the children knew the little, fat, grey donkey on the sands. He used to take them for rides at a penny a time, and would trot along at a fine pace.
"I kicked him on when I had my ride this morning!" said Jim to the others one day. "Goodness, you should have seen him gallop! He went about a mile a minute."
"You shouldn't have done that to him," said Nora. "He's a dear and always does his best." "Pooh! You're just a silly girl," said Jim grandly.
"Well, I don't think it's right to hurt animals like that," said Nora, "especially things that really do their very best, like Neddy. He'll gallop without being kicked on." But the boys thought it was grand to make Neddy gallop, so they all kicked and slapped him when they rode him. The donkey-boy didn't like it, but he didn't say a word.
It wasn't much good Nora saying anything either, for the boys only laughed at her and teased her. So she tried to make up for their unkindness by bringing Neddy a few titbits. It was a very long ride. Then the boys began to get cross because Nora had longer rides than they had.
The boys began to have the initiative to hurt Nora because she is having longer rides than the boys have. The boys wanted to drown Nora into the puddle near the beach between the sea that they have made. Just before the plan works, Neddy decided to save Nora since she treats him nicely unlike the boys.