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For the next few days Bitsy hunted madly for a job. Each morning he would tie his red scarf around his neck, kiss his mother, and set out for the business district. He would walk and walk, trying every place where he thought a wire might be useful. But always something was wrong.
At the bicycle shop he was too short to work as a spoke.
At the radio store he was just to large to fit inside of a tube.
In the umbrella factory he was not the right shape.
For tying small bundles he was too heavy...and for tying large bundles he was too light.
For the clock works he did not have quite enough spring.
He was simply a failure as an inside man in the seat cushion shop.
At last, he had to face the fact... He was just not a practical wire...at least, for any job on land.
So Bitsy decided to go to sea.
"Ridiculous...." said Papa Wire. "But then, who knows..? Wires are very useful at sea. There was your great grandfather, Captain Coiler, who sailed in the days of wooden ships... Why, I remember...."
Nobody was listening to Papa Wire. Mama Wire had shed a few tears over Bitsy and gone to pack his clothes  Uncle Titus was reading the banking news in the daily newspaper. Aunt Sophie was busy arranging the pins in her cushion and talking to herself.
"I always knew the boy would do something foolish," she was saying.
The next morning when little Bitsy came to the waterfront all of the sailors laughed. He looked very funny with his bag on his shoulder, the red scarf waving behind him, and the sailor cap on his head down over one eye.

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