to the old lady goat, and the three
Wibblewobbles, off he started to seek his fortune once more.

On and on he traveled up some hills, and down others and through the
woods, and pretty soon he came to a place where there was a big hole in
the ground.

"Ah, ha!" exclaimed the rabbit, "perhaps this is a gold mine. I will get
some gold dollars out of it and then I will be rich." So he went close to
the hole and looked down it, but all of a sudden out popped a great big
rat, and she gnashed her teeth at Uncle Wiggily and tried to bite him.

"What are you doing at my house?" she cried, real savagely. "Get away at
once before I eat you."

"Indeed I will," said the rabbit, politely. "I thought your hole was a
gold mine. Excuse me, I'll get right along," so he hopped away as fast as
he could hop, very thankful that he had not gone down the hole.

Well, the next place he came to was where a great big stone was sticking
out of the side of a hill. And the stone glittered in the sunshine just
like diamonds or dewdrops.

"Oh, how delightful!" cried the rabbit. "This surely is a gold stone. I
will break off some pieces of it and take them home, and then I will have
my fortune."

So, taking his crutch, Uncle Wiggily tried to break off pieces of the
glittering stone. But, my goodness me, sakes alive and a chocolate ice
cream cone! that stone was very hard, and try as he did, Uncle Wiggily
couldn't break off a piece even as big as baby's tiny pink toe.

"I'll just sing a little song, and then, perhaps, I can get some of the
gold," he said. So he sang this song, which goes to the tune
"Tiddily-um-tum-tum:"

"My fortune I've found,
On top of the ground,
I'm lucky as lucky can be.
But really this stone,
Is hard as a bone,
I wish that some one would help me."

After singing, Uncle Wiggily hammered away at the stone with his crutch
again, but the song did no good. And then, all at once, before you could
shake your finger at a pink pussy cat, out from behind the glittering
stone there jumped the savage wushky-woshky, which is a very curious beast
with two tails and three heads and only one crinkly leg, so that it has to
go hippity-hop, or else fall down ker thump!

"What are you doing to my stone?" cried the wushky-woshky.

"Oh, excuse me," said Uncle Wiggily politely. "I didn't know it was your
stone. I was only trying to break off a small piece for my fortune."

"Wow! Oh, wow!" cried the wushky-wos