“SIT ON OUR SLED, MOTHER!” GRUNTED THE PIGGIE BOYS.
With a thump and a bump, the lady pig sat down on the sled pulled by Curly and Floppy. “Sit still, Mother!” grunted Curly, “brother and I are going to give you a fine ride!” Mrs. Twistytail laughed, “Do you think you can pull me?” she asked. “Oh, of course we can!” squealed Floppy. “See, there go Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane! The ice boat has turned into an airship, I guess. Maybe Uncle Wiggily will sail down and we can all get in the wash tub!” The lady pig squealed: “Oh, no! no! I’ve had enough of ice boats! Take me to shore and build a fire, piggie boys!” While they were doing this, Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane sailed along in the ice boat airship until, all of a sudden, they saw, on the ice below, the Fox and Wolf waiting for them. “Oh, Uncle Wiggily!” cried Nurse Jane, “the bad chaps will get us!” Uncle Wiggily dangled the sharp anchor of his boat over the side. “Now watch what happens,” he whispered to Nurse Jane.
SAFE ON SHORE. THE PIGGIE BOYS BUILT A WARM FIRE.
While Mrs. Twistytail and the piggie boys were getting warm at the camp fire, Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane were sailing along in the ice boat airship, with the dangling anchor. Nearer and nearer they sailed to the Fox and Wolf. “Come down, Uncle Wiggily!” growled the Wolf. “Yes, come down so we can nibble your ears!” barked the Fox. “As if I would be so foolish as to do that!” laughed the bunny. Then, suddenly, he steered the washtub down a bit. The dingling-dangling anchor caught in the clothes of the Fox and Wolf, lifting them off their feet. “Stop! Stop!” howled the bad chaps. Uncle Wiggily turned around and sailed back toward the dark, cold water where the ice was cracked. “It is time you had a bath!” cried Uncle Wiggily. He cut the rope. Into the water fell the Fox and Wolf. “Ha! Ha!” laughed the police dog. “It serves them right. Ho! Ho!” Then Uncle Wiggily and his friends had a coffee picnic.