ething for yourself, also."

"What is it?" Uncle Wiggily wanted to know, sort of making his pink
nose turn orange color by looking up at the sun and sneezing. "What is
it that I can do for myself as well as for you, Janie?"

"Cream puffs," answered Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.

"Cream puffs?" cried the bunny uncle, hardly knowing whether his
housekeeper was fooling or in earnest.

"Yes, I want some cream puffs for supper, and if you stop at the
baker's and get them you will be doing yourself a favor as well as me,
for we will both eat them."

"Right gladly will I do it," Uncle Wiggily made answer. "Cream puffs I
shall bring from the baker's," and then, whistling a funny little tune,
away he hopped to the woods.

It did not take him long to get to the place where the baker had his
shop. And in a few minutes Uncle Wiggily was on his way back with some
delicious cream puffs in a basket.

"I'll take them home to Nurse Jane for supper," thought the bunny
uncle, "and then I can keep on with my walk, looking for an adventure."

You know what cream puffs are, I dare say. They are little, round,
puffy balls made of something like piecrust, and they are hollow. The
inside is filled with something like corn-starch pudding, only nicer.

Uncle Wiggily was going along with the cream puffs in his basket when,
coming to a nice place in the woods, where the sun shone on a green,
mossy log, the bunny uncle said:

"I will sit down here a minute and rest."

So he did, but he rested longer than he meant to, for, before he knew
it, he fell asleep. And while he slept, along came a bad old weasel,
who is as sly as a fox. And the weasel, smelling the cream puffs in
the basket, slyly lifted the cover and took every one out, eating them
one after the other.

"Now to play a trick on Uncle Wiggily," said the weasel in a whisper,
for the bunny uncle was still sleeping. So the bad creature found a
lot of puff balls in the woods, and put them in the basket in place of
the cream puffs.

Puff balls grow on little plants. They are brown and round and hollow,
and, so far, they are like cream puffs, except that inside they have a
brown, fluffy powder that flies all over when you break the puff ball.
And, if you are not careful, it gets in your eyes and nose and makes
you sneeze.

"I should like to see what Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane do when they
open the basket, and find puff balls instead of cream puffs," snickered
the weasel as he went