So this teaches you that Uncle Wiggily can do many things besides eating carrots and having the rheumatism, and if the egg beater doesn’t skip out to whip the rag doll’s carpets, to earn five cents for the moving pictures, I’ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the pussies.
CHAPTER XXII
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PUSSIES
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the kind old rabbit gentleman, was hopping along in the woods in front of his hollow-stump bungalow one morning, and, every now and then, he would stoop over and look at the ground.
“What are you doing, Wiggy, if I may ask?” inquired Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady, who kept the bungalow nice and neat for the bunny uncle.
“You may ask, and I will tell you,” politely answered Mr. Longears. “I am looking to see if any flowers are growing in the woods.”
“What! Flowers growing this time of year?” cried Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. “It is much too early!”
“Why, it was the first of Spring, the other day!” said Uncle Wiggily. “I should think the flowers would be waking up now, and putting their heads out from beneath the brown earth-blankets, under which they slept all winter.”
“Oh, no!” laughed Nurse Jane. “First we must have some April showers to bring May flowers.”
“Well, I am going to keep on looking,” said Uncle Wiggily. “I may find a flower in the woods, or, if I do not, I’ll have an adventure. Either one would be nice.”