But Mother Goose must have had to give Tommie Tucker a bigger supper than usual, or else some of her other friends wanted something, for Uncle Wiggily hopped on and on, and the nice old goose lady did not come to speak to him.
“It’s funny,” said the bunny uncle, “but I wonder who it is that is lost? I can’t very well look for him—or her—until I know. It may be Little Bo Peep, or Jack Horner. Well, I’ll keep on, and I may meet with the lost one, whoever he or she is; or I may have an adventure. Who knows?”
Well, the bunny uncle had not gone on much farther before, all at once, he heard some one running through the bushes, and the sound of loud squeals.
“Ha! Something is happening,” said Uncle Wiggily. “Perhaps this is the adventure I am expecting.”
Then, all of a sudden, through the bushes came running a boy with a squealing pig under his arm.
“Squee! Squee! Squee!” cried the pig.
“Hold on! Stop! Wait a minute!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “Who are you?”
“I am Tom-Tom, the piper’s son,” was the answer.
“Oh, you’re from Mother Goose, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m running away from her now,” answered Tom-Tom. “You know how it goes in the book: