kitchen oil-cloth, and the big drums, that go "Boom-boom!" like thunder
and lightning, and the fifes that squeak like a mouse in the cheese trap,
and then the big blaring horns, that make a sound like a circus
performance.

They were all there, and there were lots of soldiers and horses and wagons
filled with flowers to put on the graves of the soldiers, who were so
brave that they didn't mind going to war to fight for their country,
though war is a terrible thing.

Then the march began, and Uncle Wiggily and Percival stepped out as brave
as anyone in all the parade. Oh, how fine they looked! and, when they
marched past, all the animal people, and some real boys and girls, and
papas and mammas clapped their hands and cried "Hurrah!" at the sight of
the old gentleman rabbit limping along on his crutch, with the dog-soldier
marching beside him.

"Who knows," whispered Percival to Uncle Wiggily, "who knows but what you
may discover your fortune to-day?"

"Indeed I may," answer Uncle Wiggily. "Who knows?"

Well, that was a fine parade. But something happened. I was afraid it
would, but I'll tell you all about it, and you can see for yourself
whether or not I was right.

All of a sudden one man, with a big horn--a horn large enough to put a
loaf of mother's bread down inside the noisy end--all of a sudden this man
blew a terrible blast--"Umpty-umpty-Umph! Umph!" My, what a noise he made
on that horn.

Now, right in front of this man was a little boy-duck riding on a pony.
Yes, you've guessed who he was--he was Jimmy Wibblewobble. And when that
man blew the loud blast, the pony was frightened, and ran away with Jimmie
on his back.

Faster and faster ran the pony, and Jimmie Wibblewobble clung to his back,
fearing every moment he would be thrown off. In and out among the people
and animals in the parade, in and out among trolley cars and automobiles,
in and out, and from one side to another of the street ran the frightened
pony.

"Oh, poor Jimmie will be killed!" cried Percival.

"No, he will not, for I will save him!" shouted Uncle Wiggily. So that
brave rabbit ran right out to where he saw Munchie Trot, the little pony
boy.

"Let me jump on your back, Munchie," said Uncle Wiggily, "and then we'll
race after that runaway pony and grab off poor Jimmie. And run as fast as
you can, Munchie!"

"I certainly will!" cried Munchie. So Uncle Wiggily got on Munchie's back,
and away they started after the runaway pony.