6. After Uncle Wiggily had put powder inside the Scarecrow, making the stuffed man into a sort of torpedo bomb, the bunny carried the image near a big rock. “I’ll lie down around the corner of the rock and make believe I’m asleep,” thought the rabbit. “But I’ll have one eye open and as soon as any bad animal takes my Scarecrow I’ll strike a match, light the powder fuse and then—Whoop! Up they’ll go!”
7. From afar the Woozie Wolf had seen Uncle Wiggily’s second Scarecrow, but the Wolf didn’t know about the powder. “Oh ho!” snickered the Wolf, creeping closer to the Scarecrow, “the Fuzzy Fox thought he was smart, taking away a Scarecrow to get the old clothes to keep him warm this winter. Well, he isn’t the only one! I’ll carry this stuffed man off to my den and take his clothes for myself!”
8. All of a sudden, almost before Uncle Wiggily knew what was happening, the Wolf made a jump and grabbed the Scarecrow. “You’re mine!” he howled. But the bunny gentleman quickly struck a match and lighted the powder fuse. It began to smoke and sizzle. Away ran the Wolf with the Scarecrow! “Oh ho!” laughed Uncle Wiggily, “He won’t run so fast in a few minutes! Oh, listen for the noise!”
9. All of a sudden there was a loud banging noise. “There it goes!” cried the bunny gentleman. “There goes the powder!” And the Scarecrow the Wolf was carrying away was blown up. Uncle Wiggily was far enough off not to be hurt. But that Wolf—“Oh, Skuzzie-zuzzie!” he howled, as he felt himself coming down like a skyrocket stick, after having sailed up, “Oh, zoopie! Lightning must have struck me!”
When you have finished reading this nice little book, perhaps you would like to read a larger volume about Uncle Wiggily.