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one of the flowers, and she was exactly the color of it. And, oh, how glad
she was to see her mamma again, and how her mamma did hug her!

"How did you get in that flower?" asked Uncle Wiggily.

"Oh, when I went after my ball a big dog chased me," said Snowball, "so I
jumped into one of the lilies and I fell asleep, and the flower went shut
and I stayed there. But now I'm home, and I'm glad of it," and she just
kissed Uncle Wiggily on the tip end of his nose, that twinkled like a star
on a frosty night.

So that's how Snowball was lost and found, and I'm going to tell you about
Uncle Wiggily and the sunflower, that is if the sunfish doesn't spread the
butter too thick on the baby's bread with his tail and make her slide out
of her high chair.

STORY XVII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SUNFLOWER

Mrs. Cat and her daughter Snowball liked Uncle Wiggily so much that they
wanted him to stay with them a long time.

"You can build yourself a nice little corncob house next to ours," said
Snowball, "and live in it; and you can tell me a story every night."

"Oh, but rabbits live underground, and not in corncob houses, though such
houses are very nice," said Uncle Wiggily. "I guess I'll have to be
traveling on."

"If you stay, I'll bake you a cherry pie every day," said Mrs. Cat. "And
you can help find Snowball when she gets lost again."

"Cherry pie is very good, and you are very kind," said the rabbit
politely, "but I have my fortune to find."

"Well, if you can't stay you can't, I s'pose," said Snowball; "but I'm
never going to get lost again," and she put her little nose down deep
inside a water lily and smelled it, and oh, how sweet and spicy it
smelled!

So Uncle Wiggily got ready to start off on his travels again, and in his
satchel he put a whole cherry pie that Mrs. Cat had baked for him.

"It will taste good when you are hungry," she said.

"Indeed it will," agreed Uncle Wiggily, and he wished he was hungry then
and there, because he just loved cherry pie.

He was walking on through the woods, when, all at once, he heard some
music playing, and the name of the song was "Never Take Your Ice Cream
Cone and Drop it in the Mud."

"Ha! I believe that is the funny monkey and one of his hand organs!"
exclaimed the rabbit. "I shall be glad to see him again."

So he looked through the trees, and there, surely enough, was the monkey,
and he was playing the organ with his tail, and in one paw he held a
coco