ey both ran, leaving Uncle Wiggily safely
behind.
"Well," said the bunny gentleman as he hopped along home to his
bungalow, "it is a good thing I learned, when a boy rabbit, how to make
whistles." And I think so myself.
So if the vinegar jug doesn't jump into the molasses barrel and turn
its face sour like a lemon pudding, I'll tell you next about Uncle
Wiggily and the winter green.
STORY II
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WINTERGREEN
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old gentleman rabbit, knocked on the
door of the hollow tree in the woods where Johnnie and Billie
Bushytail, the two little squirrel boys, lived.
"Come in!" invited Mrs. Bushytail. So Uncle Wiggily went in.
"I thought I'd come around and see you," he said to the squirrel lady.
"I'm living in the woods this Summer and just now I am out taking a
walk, as I do every day, and I hoped I might meet with an adventure.
But, so far, I haven't. Do you know where I could find an adventure,
Mrs. Bushytail?"
"No, I'm sorry to say I don't, Uncle Wiggily," answered the squirrel
lady. "But I wish you could find something to make my little boy
Billie feel better."
"Why, is he ill?" asked the bunny uncle, surprised like, and he looked
across the room where Billy Bushytail was curled up in a big rocking
chair, with his tail held over his head like an umbrella, though it was
not raining.
"No, Billie isn't ill," said Mrs. Bushytail. "But he says he doesn't
know what to do to have any fun, and I am afraid he is a little
peevish."
"Oh, that isn't right," said Mr. Longears. "Little boys, whether they
are squirrels, rabbits or real children, should try to be jolly and
happy, and not peevish."
"How can a fellow be happy when there's no fun?" asked Billie, sort of
cross-like. "My brother Johnnie got out of school early, and he and
the other animal boys have gone off to play where I can't find them. I
had to stay in, because I didn't know my nut-cracking lesson, and now I
can't have any fun. Oh, dear! I don't care!"
Billie meant, I suppose, that he didn't care what he said or did, and
that isn't right. But Uncle Wiggily only pinkled his twink nose. No,
wait just a moment if you please. He just twinkled his pink nose
behind the squirrel boy's back, and then the bunny uncle said:
"How would you like to come for a walk in the woods with me, Billie?"
"Oh, that will be nice!" exclaimed the squirrel lady. "Do go, Billie."
"No, I don't want to
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