“There it is!” she said, pointing her paw to something fluttering in the air.
“That? Why, that’s only a dragon fly!” said Uncle Wiggily. “He will never hurt you. All he does is to eat mosquitoes.” And back the bunny went to sleep, while the dragon fly flew on, laughing to himself.
Pretty soon Baby Bunty, who now had some red, white and blue flowers for her bouquet, called:
“Oh, Uncle Wiggily! There’s a big, wild, spotted leopard after me! Come quick!”
Uncle Wiggily jumped up so quickly from his sleep that he upset the bark bench.
“Where’s the spotted leopard?” he cried.
“There!” said Baby Bunty, pointing.
“That! Why, that’s only Billy No-Tail, the spotted frog boy!” said Uncle Wiggily. “He won’t hurt you!”
“Oh!” said Baby Bunty softly, “I thought he was a green and yellow spotted leopard. Well, as long as I have roused you up so often, Uncle Wiggily, don’t you think you’d better stay awake now, and help me pick teacher’s bouquet? It will keep you from getting stiff.”
“I suppose so,” said the rabbit gentleman, sort of sighing resigned like. And as he helped pick the flowers he heard Baby Bunty laugh softly every now and then.