“Well, well!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “I can’t see at all well without my glasses. What a mistake to make!”
He laughed and walked on, and, pretty soon he thought he saw Mrs. Stubtail, the lady bear, mother to Neddie and Beckie Stubtail.
“Why, how do you——” began Uncle Wiggily, and then he saw it was only a big black stone on the woodland path.
“Ha! Another mistake!” cried the bunny uncle, with a laugh. “I am making lots of them to-day. It comes of having such poor eye-sight!”
So he went on toward the blacksmith shop to have his glasses mended. A little later he thought a fallen log was Grandfather Goosey Gander, and, not long after that, he saw a pile of dried leaves and thought they were Uncle Butter, the goat gentleman. He was just going to shake paws with the leaves, when he came closer he saw that he had made another mistake.
“Well, well!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “It certainly is too bad not to have your glasses once you start wearing them.”
On he went, a little farther, and he came soon to a place where some bushes were growing. Up in the bushes a little way from the ground, Uncle Wiggily saw some soft, furry, fuzzy things perched on the branches.
“Oh, the dear little pussies!” cried the rabbit gentleman. “Some dog must have come along here and chased them up in the bushes. I’ll get them down. Don’t be afraid, little ones,” he said. “I won’t let anybody harm you. Come to your Uncle Wiggily!”
The bunny uncle hopped up and held out his paw to the fuzzy things. They did not speak to him.
“But that’s all right,” he said. “They are too frightened even to mew. I’ll take them to Mother Goose and she will give them some warm milk. Come along, Pussies!” said the rabbit gentleman.