The next day when Uncle Wiggily awakened in his hollow-stump bungalow, and tried to get out of bed, he was so lame and stiff that he could hardly move.
“Oh, dear!” cried the rabbit gentleman. “Ouch! Oh, what a pain!”
“What is it?” asked Nurse Jane. “What’s the matter?”
“My rheumatism,” answered Uncle Wiggily. “Please send to Dr. Possum and get some medicine. Ouch! Oh, my!”
“I’ll go for the medicine myself,” Nurse Jane said, and, tying her tail up in a double bow-knot, so she would not step on it, and trip, as she hurried along, over to Dr. Possum’s she went.
The doctor was just starting out to go to see Nannie Wagtail, the little goat girl, who had the hornache, but before going there Dr. Possum ran back into his office, got a big bottle of medicine, which he gave to Nurse Jane, saying:
“When you get back to the hollow-stump bungalow pull out the cork and rub some on Uncle Wiggily’s pain.”
“Rub the cork on?” asked Nurse Jane, sort of surprised like.
“No, rub on some of the medicine from the bottle,” answered Dr. Possum, laughing as he hurried off.
Uncle Wiggily had a bad pain when Nurse Jane got back.