e Wiggily, "but, though I know how to make
nice cherry pie, and though I made some for the hedgehog, I don't see any
cherry trees around here, so I can't make you one. There are no cherry
trees."

"Yes, there is one over there," said the duck-drake, and he waved one foot
toward it, while he quacked real faint and sorrowful-like.

"Sure enough, that _is_ a cherry tree," said Uncle Wiggily, as he hopped
over and looked at it. "And the cherries are ripe, too. Now, if I could
only get some of them down I could make a cherry pie, and cure Grandfather
Goosey Gander."

But it wasn't easy to get the cherries off the tree, and Uncle Wiggily
couldn't climb up after them. So he sat down and looked up at them, hoping
some would fall off the stems. But none did.

"Oh, dear, I wonder how I'm going to get them?" sighed the rabbit.
"Perhaps I can knock off some with a stone."

So he threw a stone, but no cherries came down. The stone did, though,
and hit Uncle Wiggily on the nose, making him sneeze.

"Stones are no good!" exclaimed the rabbit. "I'll throw up my crutch." So
he threw that into the tree, but it brought no cherries down, and the
crutch, in falling, nearly hit Grandfather Goosey Gander, and almost gave
him the measles and mumps.

"Well, I'll try and see what throwing up my valise will do," said the
rabbit, and he tossed up the satchel, but bless you, that stayed up in the
tree, and didn't come down at all, neither did any cherries.

"Oh, I'll have to give up," said Uncle Wiggily. "I'm afraid you can't have
any cherry pie, Grandfather Goosey."

"Oh, then I'll never get well," said the old duck-drake gentleman
sorrowfully.

"Yes, you will, too!" suddenly cried out a voice, and out from the bushes
ran the elephant. "I'll pick the cherries off the tree with my long, nosey
trunk," he said, "and you can make all the pie you want to, Uncle
Wiggily."

"Why, I thought you went back to the circus," said the rabbit.

"No, I ran away from the man," spoke the elephant. Then he reached up with
his long nose, and he picked a bushel of red, ripe, sweet delicious
cherries in less than a minute. Then he pulled down Uncle Wiggily's
valise out of the tree and then the old gentleman rabbit made three cherry
pies. One for Grandfather Goosey Gander, and another, a tremendous big
one, as large as a washtub, for the elephant, and a little one for
himself. Then they ate their pies, and the old gentleman duck-drake got
well almost at o