ears sat in the burrow, or house under the ground,
where he and Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady, lived with
the Littletail family of rabbits since the hollow-stump bungalow had
burned.

"Oh, dear!" sounded a grunting, woofing sort of voice over near one
window.

"Oh, dear!" squealed another voice from under the table.

"Well, well! What is the matter with you two piggie boys?" asked
Uncle Wiggily, as he took down from the sideboard his red, white and
blue barber-pole striped rheumatism crutch that Nurse Jane had
gnawed for him out of a cornstalk.

"What's the trouble, Grunter and Squeaker?" asked the rabbit
gentleman.

"We are lonesome for our brother," said the two little piggie boys
No. 1 and No. 2. "We want to see Twisty-Tail."

For the first and second little pigs, after having been saved by
Uncle Wiggily, and taken home to Mother Goose, had come back to pay
a visit to the bunny gentleman.

"Well, perhaps I may meet Twisty-Tail when I go walking to-day,"
spoke Uncle Wiggily. "If I do I'll bring him home with me."

"Oh, goodie!" cried Grunter and Squeaker. For they were the first
and second little pigs, you see. Uncle Wiggily had saved Grunter
from the bad wolf when the growling creature blew down Grunter's
straw house. And, in almost the same way, the bunny uncle had saved
Squeaker, when his wooden house was blown over by the wolf. But
Twisty-Tail, the third little pig, Uncle Wiggily had not yet helped.

"I'll look for Twisty-Tail to-day," said the rabbit gentleman as he
started off for his adventure walk, which he took every afternoon
and morning.

On and on went Uncle Wiggily Longears over the snow-covered fields and
through the wood, until just as he was turning around the corner near
an old red stump, the rabbit gentleman heard a clinkity-clankity
sort of a noise, and the sound of whistling.

"Ha! Some one is happy!" thought the bunny uncle. "That's a good
sign--whistling. I wonder who it is?"

He looked around the stump corner and he saw a little animal chap,
with blue rompers on, and a fur cap stuck back of his left ear, and
this little animal chap was whistling away as merrily as a butterfly
eating butterscotch candy.

"Why, that must be the third little pig!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily.
"Hello!" called the rabbit gentleman. "Are you Twisty-Tail?"

"That's my name," answered the little pig, "and, as you see, I am
building my house of bricks, just as it tells about in the Mother
Goose