Uncle Wiggily crawled under the barn to get some eggs he thought might be there, but he found none. The hen lady had not laid any yet. Uncle Wiggily started to crawl out from under the barn floor, but it was not as easy as it was to crawl in. Uncle Wiggily was stuck. “Help! Help! Help!” cried the bunny gentleman in wild alarm. Uncle Butter, the goat, and Nurse Jane had to take up part of the barn floor before they could get Uncle Wiggily out. And still no eggs!
After he had been pulled out from under the barn Uncle Wiggily brushed off the cobwebs and hayseed and walked on with his basket. “I must find some eggs,” he said. “You had better be careful or you’ll find an adventure before you know it,” warned Nurse Jane. Uncle Wiggily walked on and on and soon he came to a field where Old Dog Percival was working on Uncle Butter’s farm. “Ha! Percival is pulling eggs out of the ground,” said the bunny. “Here is where I’ll get some. At last I have found the eggs!”
Uncle Wiggily hopped over the fence into the field where, in the far corner, Old Dog Percival was working. Uncle Wiggily began to fill his basket with what he thought were eggs that had been pulled out of the ground. You see Mr. Longears did not know much about a farm. All of a sudden the bad old Skeezicks sneaked up behind Uncle Wiggily. “This is the time I get his souse!” howled the bad chap, as he reached out his claws to grab Uncle Wiggily by the ears. “Look out! Look out!” cawed the friendly crows.
Uncle Wiggily looked up just as the good crows cried “Caw! Caw! Caw!” The bunny gentleman saw the Skeezicks about to grab for some ear souse. “Oh, what shall I do?” cried Uncle Wiggily. “How can I drive the Skee away?” The crows told the bunny to throw something at the Skee. “But I have only eggs, which Percival dug,” said the bunny. “Ha! Ha!” laughed the crows. “Those are not eggs—they are hard turnips. Throw them at the Skee!” Uncle Wiggily did, hitting him on his soft and tender nose.
Uncle Wiggily pelted the Skee so hard, and the crows picked at him so much, that the bad chap was glad enough to run away. “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” he cackled. “I never thought Uncle Wiggily would throw hard turnips at me instead of eggs.” And Uncle Wiggily was much surprised when he found he had been gathering turnips for eggs. “But I found a real hen’s nest,” said Nurse Jane, as she showed her sunbonnet full of good eggs. “Well! Well!” said Uncle Wiggily, “there are more things on a farm than I thought.”