“Do? Do nothing,” said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. “I will do it myself. See, I have my airship. I’ll sail up and catch the jumping cow before she has time to fall. Then everything will be all right.”
“Oh, please do!” begged Mother Goose.
Up in his clothes-basket airship went Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman.
up.
and
up
and
up
The cow was falling
down