“Ah! That sounds rather sad and unhappy like,” spoke the rabbit gentleman to himself. “I wonder if it can be any one in trouble?”
So he peeked through the bushes and there he saw a nice cow, who was standing with one foot in the hollow of a big stump.
“Moo! Moo!” cried the cow. “Oh, dear, will no one help me?”
“Why, of course, I’ll help you,” kindly said Uncle Wiggily. “What is the matter, and who are you?”
“Why, I am the Mother Goose cow with the crumpled horn,” was the answer, “and my foot is caught so tightly in the hole of this stump that I cannot get it out.”
“Why, I’ll help you, Mrs. Crumpled-horn Cow,” said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. Then, with his rheumatism crutch, the rabbit gentleman pushed loose the cow’s hoof from where it was caught in the stump, and she was all right again.
“Oh, thank you so much, Uncle Wiggily,” spoke the crumpled-horn cow. “If ever I can do you a favor I will.”
“Thank you,” said the rabbit gentleman, politely. “I’m sure you will. But how did you happen to get your hoof caught in that stump?”
“Oh, I was standing on it, trying to see if I could jump over the moon,” was the answer.
“Jump over the moon!” cried the rabbit gentleman. “You surprise me! Why in the world——”