“I’ll help you,” said Uncle Wiggily.
“So will I,” added Baby Bunty.
She and Uncle Wiggily looked, and they saw a little brown and drab bug on the branch of a sassafras tree not far away.
“You don’t look like a lightning bug,” said Baby Bunty. “You don’t shine at all.”
“I only shine in the dark,” said the bug.
“Yes, that is true; many times I have seen you, or your friends,” admitted Uncle Wiggily. Then he gently set the firefly free from the sticky gum, and the little bug flew away. But before it left it said:
“If ever I can help you, or Baby Bunty, I shall be most glad to do so, Uncle Wiggily.”
“Oh, pray, don’t mention it,” spoke the rabbit gentleman, diffident-like and shy.
Uncle Wiggily and Baby Bunty traveled on and on over the fields and through the woods, looking for an adventure, but they could not seem to find any, unless you call helping the lightning bug an adventure.
And pretty soon it began to get dark, for Uncle Wiggily had stayed out later than he meant to.