IGGILY AND THE WASP

"What would you like for breakfast this morning?" asked Mrs. Hen, as Uncle
Wiggily and the porcupine got up out of their bed in the clean straw by
the chickens' coop. This was the day after the rabbit found the little
white chickie.

"Ha, hum! Let me see," exclaimed the rabbit, as he waved his whiskers
around in the air to get all the straw seeds out of them: "what would I
like? Why, I think some fried oranges with carrot gravy on them would be
nice, don't you, Mr. Porcupine?"

"No," said the stickery-stockery creature. "I think I would like to have
some bread with banana butter on and a glass of milk with vanilla
flavoring."

"You may both have what you like, because you were so kind to my little
lost Clarabella," said Mrs. Hen. Then she spoke to her children.

"Scurry around now, little ones, and get Uncle Wiggily and his friend the
nice things for breakfast. Hurry now, for they will be wanting to travel
on before the sun gets too hot," the mamma hen said.

So one little chickie got the oranges, and another chickie got the
bananas, and still another chickery-chicken, with a spotted tail, got the
carrots, and then Clarabella went to where Mrs. Cow lived, and got the
milk for the prickly porcupine. Then Mrs. Hen cooked the breakfast, and
very good it was, too, if I may be allowed to say so.

"Well, I guess we'll be getting along now," said Uncle Wiggily. "Are you
still going to travel with me, Mr. Porcupine?"

"Oh, yes, I'll come with you for a couple days more, and then if you don't
find your fortune I'll start out by myself, and perhaps I can find it for
you."

So the two friends went on together. They traveled over hills and down
dales, and once they met a lame rabbit, who had the epizootic very bad.
Uncle Wiggily showed him how to make a crutch out of a cornstalk, just as
Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, the muskrat, had done, and the lame rabbit made
himself one and was much obliged.

Then, a little later they met a duck with only one good leg, and the
other one was made of wood, and this duck wanted to get over a fence but
she couldn't, on account of her wooden leg.

"Pray, how did you lose your leg?" asked Uncle Wiggily, as he and the
porcupine kindly helped her over the rails.

"Oh, a bad rat bit it off," said the duck. "I was asleep in the pond one
morning and before I knew it a rat swam up under water, and nipped off my
leg."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said the rabbit. "I'll tell Alice