and Lulu and Jimmie
Wibblewobble, my duck friends, to be careful of bad rats in their pond."

"That's a good idea," spoke the duck with the wooden leg, and then she
said good-by and waddled away.

After that Uncle Wiggily and the porcupine traveled on some more, and, as
it got to be very warm they thought they would lie down in a shady place
and take a little sleep.

Well, they picked out a nice place under a clump of ferns, that leaned
over a little babbling brook, and touched the tips of their green leaves
into the cool water. And, before he knew it, dear old Uncle Wiggily was
fast, fast asleep, and he snored the least little bit, but please don't
tell any one about it.

Then pretty soon the porcupine was asleep too, only he didn't snore any,
though I'm not allowed to tell you why just now. I may later, however.

Well, in a little while, something is going to happen. In fact, it's now
time for it to begin. Yes, here comes the stingery wasp. Listen, and you
can hear him buzz.

"Buzz! Buzz! Bizzy-buzzy-buzzy!" went the stingery wasp, as he flew over
the place where the rabbit and porcupine were sleeping. And the wasp
flitted and flapped his bluish wings and lifted up the sharp end of his
body where be carries his stingery-sting.

"Ah, ha! I see something to sting!" thought the wasp. "Now, I wonder which
one I shall sting first? I think I will try the porcupine, and then I will
sting the rabbit." Oh, but he was a bad wasp, though; wasn't he, eh?

Well, he was all ready to sting the porcupine, when suddenly the wasp
heard a voice calling to him from the bushes.

"Don't sting the porcupine, Mr. Wasp, sting the rabbit," said the rasping
voice.

"Why should I do that?" asked the wasp, as he looked to see if his sting
needed sharpening.

"Oh, because if you sting the porcupine you might get stuck with his
stickery-stockery quills," said the voice. "But the rabbit can't hurt you.
Besides, if you sting him for me I will give you a popcorn ball."

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"Why are you so anxious for me to sting the rabbit?" asked the wasp, as he
flittered his steely-blue wings.

"Oh, if you do that it will scare him so that he won't know which way to
run, and then, when he is all puzzled up, I can jump out on him and eat
him up!" said the voice. "I have been wanting a rabbit dinner this long
time," and with that out from the bushes crawled the bad fox.

"Very well," said the wasp, "I'll sting the rabbit on the end of hi