Uncle Wiggily reached Grandpa Goosey’s house all right, and he and the goose gentleman had fun playing checkers. And when it was time for Uncle Wiggily to hop back to his hollow-stump bungalow Grandpa Goosey gave him a fine, large bone, with nice meat on it.
“Give that to Mrs. Bow Wow for her little puppy dog boys, Jackie and Peetie,” said the goose gentleman.
“I will, thank you,” said Uncle Wiggily.
The rabbit gentleman was hopping along through the woods on his way home when, all at once, he heard some one crying.
“Ha! That sounds like trouble,” he said. “I was in trouble a little while ago about my crutch and the tinker helped me. Now, I must try to help some one in my turn. That’s only fair.”
Uncle Wiggily looked around the corner of a stump and saw the tinker’s little boy, Tommie, sitting on a log and crying very hard.
“Why, Tommie! What’s the matter?” asked the bunny uncle.
“Oh, dear! Boo hoo!” cried Tommie. “My nice dog is lost, and I can’t find him. And I must have him, you know, or else I can’t be in Mother Goose’s book. My dog and I belong there, you see.”
“I see,” said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. “But how did your dog get lost?”
“Oh, I was helping my father mend some umbrellas for Old King Cole,” said Tommie, “and, when we weren’t looking, my dog ran off in the woods. I guess he must be lost there, for he hasn’t come back. My father, Mr. Tinker, went to look for him, and so did I, but I hurt my toe and I can’t look any more; and—Oh, dear! Oh, dear!”