Into the hollow stump bungalow they went, the Lobster backing in, of course, and Uncle Wiggily cried:
"Supper for two, if you please, Nurse Jane!"
"Right away!" answered the muskrat lady. And she began to set the table. And then, while Uncle Wiggily and the Lobster were talking together Nurse Jane called:
"Oh, dear! I've lost the can opener, and I can't open this tin of peaches. What shall I do?"
"Let me try!" begged Uncle Wiggily. But his paws were not big enough.
"I'll do it!" said the Lobster. And with his strong, pinching claws he punched open the can of peaches as easily as you can eat a chocolate cream drop. It was no trouble at all for him. So it was a good thing Uncle Wiggily brought the Lobster home for supper, you see.
And if the stairs don't stand on their heads and with their toes tickle all the holes out of the lawn tennis nets, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Father William.