“Hush!” whispered Baby Bunty. Then she tickled the rabbit gentleman on his other ear.
“Wa-hoo! Zoop! Zing!” gargled Uncle Wiggily.
“Oh, he’s getting real excited like!” barked Peetie Bow Wow.
“Wait a minute!” begged Baby Bunty, keeping out of sight.
Then she took a soft piece of grass and she let it flicker gently over Uncle Wiggily’s pink nose, which never twinkled when he was asleep. All of a sudden the bunny rabbit gentleman cried:
“Oh zip! Doodle-de-oodle! Gurr! Wafty-zup!” And he sneezed and opened his eyes and sat up and said: “Is anything the matter?”
“Oh, no!” answered Baby Bunty sweetly. “We just want you to play some games with us; that’s all.”
“Play games! Of course I’ll play games. I always do at a picnic,” laughed the rabbit gentleman. “I declare! I must have been asleep!” he said. “And I dreamed that a ladybug tickled me!”
“Oh, no! Nothing like that! Can you imagine!” laughed Baby Bunty. And all the other animal children laughed, too. Then Uncle Wiggily played “Hop Over the Stump” and all such fashion games with them, and they had a fine time at the picnic. And if the pumpkin pie doesn’t take the chocolate cake out in the dark and lose it, so there aren’t any cookies for the goldfish, I’ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Bunty’s bouquet.