Along came a blackbird
And nipped off her nose.’
“That’s the way it was,” said the garden maid.
“Oh, yes, I remember now,” spoke Uncle Wiggily.
“Well, I’m the maid who was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,” said she, “and, as you can see, along came a blackbird and nipped off my nose. That is, you can’t see the blackbird, but you can see the place where my nose ought to be.”
“Yes,” answered Uncle Wiggily, “I can. It’s too bad. That blackbird ought to have his feathers ruffled.”
“Oh, he didn’t mean to be bad,” said the garden maid. “He had to do as it says in the book, and he had to nip off my nose. So that’s why I can’t smell Nurse Jane’s nice perfume.”
Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then he said:
“Just you wait here. I think I can fix it so you can smell as well as ever.”
Then the bunny uncle hurried off through the woods until he found Jimmie Caw-Caw, the big black crow boy.