eat out there?" asked the fox, looking
over the tops of his spectacles at the rabbit. "Anything nice and juicy to
eat?"

"Yes, I am good to eat," said Uncle Wiggily, "but you are not going to eat
me. Good-by!"

"Hold on!" cried the old fox, "don't be afraid. I can only eat soup, for I
have no teeth to chew with, so unless you are soup you are of no use to
me."

"Well, I'm not soup, but I know how to make some," replied the rabbit, for
he felt sorry for the grandfather fox.

So what do you think our Uncle Wiggily did? Why, he went into the fox's
stump-house and made a big pot full of the finest kind of soup, and the
rabbit and the fox ate it all up, and, because the fox had no teeth or
claws, he couldn't hurt his visitor.

"I wish you would stay with me forever," said the old fox, as he blinked
his eyes at Uncle Wiggily. "I have a young and strong grandson coming home
soon, and you might show him how to make soup."

"No, thank you," replied the rabbit. "I'm afraid that young and strong
grandson of yours would want to eat me instead of the soup, I guess I'll
travel on." So the old gentleman rabbit took his crutch and valise and
traveled on.

Well, pretty soon, it began to get dark, and Uncle Wiggily knew night was
coming on. And he wondered where he could stay, for he didn't see any
haystacks to sleep under. He was thinking that he'd have to dig a burrow
in the ground for himself, and he was looking for a soft place to begin,
when, all at once, he heard a loud "Honk-Honk!" back of him in the road.

"Ha, an automobile is coming!" said Uncle Wiggily. "I must get out of the
way!" So he hopped on ahead, going down the road quite fast, until he got
to a place where there were prickly briar bushes on both sides of the
highway.

"My! I'll have to keep in the middle of the road if I don't want to get
scratched," said the rabbit. And then the automobile horn behind him
honked louder than ever.

"They are certainly coming along fast," thought Uncle Wiggily. "If I don't
look out I'll be run over." So he hopped along quicker than before, until,
all of a sudden, as he looked down the road, he saw a savage dog standing
there.

"Well, now! Isn't that just my bad luck!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "If I go on
the dog will catch me, and if I stand here the auto will run on top of me.
I just guess I'll run back and see if there is a hole where I can crawl
through the bushes."

So he started to run back, but, no sooner had he done