may get your feet wet; that is, if you don't have on rubbers.

Well, that's the way it was this time. The elephant was crying big, salty
tears, about the size of rubber balls, and they were rolling down from his
eyes and along his trunk, which was like a fire engine hose, until there
was quite a little stream of water flowing down the hill toward the
rabbit.

"Oh, please don't cry any more!" called Uncle Wiggily.

"Why not?" asked the elephant, sadly-like, and he cried harder than
before.

"Because if you do," replied the rabbit, "I will have to get a pair of
rubber boots, in which to wade out to see you."

"I'll try to stop," said the big animal, but, instead, he cried harder
than before, boo-hooing and hoo-booing, until you would have thought it
was raining, and Uncle Wiggily wished he had an umbrella.

"Why, whatever is the matter?" asked the rabbit.

"Oh, I stepped on a tack," answered the elephant, "and it is sticking in
my foot. I can't walk, and I can't dance and I can't get back to the
circus. Oh, dear! Oh, dear me, suz-dud and a red balloon! Oh, how
miserable I am!"

"Too bad," said Uncle Wiggily. "Was it a large tack that you stepped on?"

"Was it?" asked the elephant, sort of painful-like. "Why, it feels as big
as a dishpan in my foot. Here, you look, and perhaps you can pull it out."

He raised up one of his big feet, which were about as large as a washtub
full of clothes, on Monday morning, and he held it out to Uncle Wiggily.

"Why, I can't see anything here," said the rabbit, looking at the big foot
through his spectacles.

"Oh, dear! It's there all right!" cried the elephant. "It feels like two
wash tubs now," and he began to cry some more.

"Here! Hold on, if you please!" shouted Uncle Wiggily. "I'll have to make
a boat, if you keep on shedding so many tears, for there will be a lake
here. Wait, I'll look once more."

So he looked again, and this time he saw just the little, tiniest,
baby-tack you can imagine--about the size of a pinhead--sticking in the
elephant's foot.

"Wait! I have it! Was this it?" suddenly asked the rabbit, as he took hold
of the tack in his paw and pulled it out.

"That's it!" exclaimed the elephant, waving his trunk. "It's out! Oh, how
much better I feel. Whoop-de-doodle-do!" and then he felt so fine that he
began to dance. Then, all of a sudden, he began to cry once more.

"Why, what in the world is the matter now?" asked Uncle Wiggily, wishing
he had a pail