s ears--I mean his nose.

"I guess we have," replied the circus dog. "We may find our fortunes in
there."

"It is a pretty dark spot to look for money, or fortunes," said the
rabbit. "The best thing we can do is to look for a place to sleep, and in
the morning we will hurry out of the woods."

Well, the two animal friends started into the grove of trees, and they
hadn't gone very far before it got so dark that they couldn't see to go
any farther. Oh, but it was black and lonesome and sort of scary-like! and
Uncle Wiggily said:

"Let's stay here, Percival. We'll make a little bed under the trees to
sleep in, and we'll build a fire to keep us warm, and cook a little
supper."

So Percival thought that would be nice, and soon he and the rabbit had a
cheerful little fire blazing, and then it wasn't quite so lonely. Only
there was a big owl in a tree, and he kept hollering "Who? Who? Who?" and
Percival thought it meant him, and Uncle Wiggily thought it meant him, and
they were rather frightened, so they didn't either of them answer the owl,
who kept on calling "Who? Who? Who?"

They were just cooking their supper, and cutting up the cherry pie, and
putting it on some oak leaves for plates, and they had picked out a nice
smooth stump for a table, when, all of a sudden, they heard a voice
saying:

"Now you make a jump and grab the rabbit and I'll take the dog. Then we
can carry them off to our dens, and that will be the last of them. Get
ready now!"

"Did you hear that?" asked Uncle Wiggily of the circus dog.

"Indeed I did," replied Percival. "I wonder if it can be those owls?"

"It doesn't sound like them," said Uncle Wiggily. "I think it is a bad
fox, or maybe two of them."

And just then they looked off through the woods, and by the light of the
fire they saw two big, savage, ugly wolves. Oh, how their sharp teeth
gleamed in the dancing flames, and how red their tongues were!

"Come on! Grab 'em both!" cried one savage wolf. "Grab the rabbit and the
dog!"

"Sure! I'm with you!" growled the other savage wolf.

"Oh, what shall we do, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Percival. "They'll eat us up!

"Let me think a minute," said the rabbit. So he thought for maybe half a
minute, and then exclaimed: "Oh! I know a good thing to do."

"What?" asked Percival. "Say it quickly, Uncle Wiggily, for those wolves
are creeping up on us, and it's so dark we can't see to run away."

And surely enough, those wolves were sneaking up,