“You did? Who are you, if you please?” asked the bunny uncle, looking all around. “I can’t see you.”
“That’s because I’m so small,” was the answer. “But here I am, right by the table. I can’t walk as my leg is hurt.”
Uncle Wiggily looked, and saw a little mouse, who was holding his left hind leg in his right front paw.
“Who are you?” asked the bunny uncle.
“I am Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse,” was the answer. “And I am a clock-mouse.”
“A clock-mouse!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, in surprise. “I never heard of such a thing.”
“Oh, don’t you remember me? I’m in Mother Goose’s book. This is how it goes:
“‘Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,