art of my fortune! I'll have good luck now, and
perhaps I can find more."

So the rabbit looked all about in among the stones for other money. But he
didn't find any, and pretty soon he came to a place where there was a hole
down in between the big rocks.

"Perhaps there is more money down there," said the rabbit. "I'll take a
look." He leaned over, and looked down, and then--Oh, how sorry I am that
I have to tell it, but I do, all of a sudden Uncle Wiggily fell right down
that black hole.

Right down into it he fell, and he landed at the bottom with such a bump
that he nearly broke his spectacles. At first it was so dark that he
couldn't make out anything, but in a little while he could see something
big and black and shaggy coming toward him, and a grillery-growlery voice
called out:

"Who's there? Who dares to come into my den?"

"It is only I," said the rabbit. "I'm Uncle Wiggily Longears, and I came
in here by mistake. I was looking for my fortune."

"Ah, ha!" cried the bear, for the shaggy creature with the
grillery-growlery voice was a bear. "Ah, ha! That is a different story. I
am very glad you dropped in to see me, Mr. Longears. I was just wondering
what I'd have for my dinner, and now I know--it is going to be rabbit
stew, and you are going to be stewed," and the bear opened the dining-room
shutters so he could see to eat the rabbit.

"Oh, how can you be so cruel to me?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "I only came in
here by mistake. I found twenty-five cents, and I was looking for more."

"Found twenty-five cents, did you, eh?" cried the bear, savage-like. "Give
it to me at once! I lost that, it's my money!"

And he took the twenty-five-cent piece right away from Uncle Wiggily. Then
the bear was just going to eat up the nice old gentleman rabbit, and Uncle
Wiggily didn't know how to get away, and he was feeling most dreadful,
when, all of a sudden, a voice sharply cried:

"Here, you let my friend Uncle Wiggily alone," and then some one scrambled
down through the top hole of the bear's den.

"Who are you?" asked the shaggy creature with the grillery-growlery voice,
and the bear gnashed his teeth.

"I'm the second cousin to Grandfather Prickly Porcupine," was the answer,
"and I'm going to save my rabbit friend."

And with that the porcupine took out a whole handful of his
stickery-ickery quills, like toothpicks, and he stuck them right into the
soft and tender nose of that bad bear. And the stickery-ickery