“Why, these must be the blackbirds Mother Goose is looking for! Did you come up from the South to tell us that Spring has come?” he asked them.
“Yes,” answered the birds, “we did. But first we wanted to snuggle up in the pie for the king.”
“Ha! Well, you did it all right!” laughed Old King Cole. “But, now, I don’t need you in my pie any longer, so fly away to Mother Goose. Uncle Wiggily and I will eat cake, instead of pie, to-day, since there is nothing between the crusts to chew on.”
So they ate cake, and the blackbirds, which had only been put in the pie just after it came from the oven, flew all about animal land, singing: “Spring is here! Spring is here!”
So the bunny gentleman had his adventure after all, you see, and if the cake of soap doesn’t slide over the bathroom floor, and bunk into the wash rag, when it is cleaning its teeth, I’ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the fat man.
CHAPTER XIX
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FAT MAN
“A letter for you, Uncle Wiggily,” said Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she went to the door of the hollow-stump bungalow, when the bird postman gave a whistle, and a tap of his bill, to let them know that he had some mail.
“A letter for me! Thats’s nice!” said the bunny uncle. “Why, it’s an invitation to a party—for you and me,” he went on to Nurse Jane. “It’s from Jollie and Jillie Longtail, the mice children. They want us to come to their house,” and he read the invitation.
“Shall you go?” asked Nurse Jane.