As Uncle Wiggily walked along with Mrs. Twistytail, the pig lady, he carried his umbrella, furled like the sail of a boat, under his paw. All of a sudden it began to April shower again, just as the rabbit gentleman and the lady pig passed near a large toad stool. “Oh, let’s get under that, and you will not have to raise your umbrella,” said Mrs. Twistytail, and they were soon sheltered from the storm. “If he never raises his umbrella he’ll never know what a joke we played on him,” said Bawly. “Wait,” advised Bully.
“Well, this is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Littletail,” said Uncle Wiggily to the rabbit lady, as he and Mrs. Twistytail came out from under the toad stool. “The sun is shining again and the rain has stopped.” “I forgot my umbrella,” said Mrs. Littletail. “Then let me have the pleasure of taking you home as I am doing to Mrs. Twistytail,” said Uncle Wiggily. “It may rain again any moment.” Bully and Bawly, hopping along behind, hoped it would rain. They wanted to see what would happen when the umbrella was raised.
Just as Uncle Wiggily and Mrs. Twistytail and Mrs. Littletail reached a bakery, where there was a nice, big awning, it began to rain again. “Oh, let’s run for shelter under the awning!” cried Mrs. Twistytail. “It will keep us as dry as the toad stool did, Uncle Wiggily!” So all three hurried under the awning, hardly a drop of water getting on them. “You do not seem to need your umbrella, Uncle Wiggily,” said Mrs. Littletail. “This is the second time you found shelter.” Uncle Wiggily said he was lucky. The frog boys waited.
“Taxi! Taxi!” called Uncle Wiggily, as he saw the turtle gentleman’s automobile cruising along through the puddles in front of the bakery shop awning. “Here, Taxi! I’ll ride home with the ladies.” So Uncle Wiggily and the ladies got in the turtle taxicab and, with his umbrella, Uncle Wiggily pointed to the rainbow. “We shall be home before another shower,” he said. “But, even if it rains, I still have my umbrella.” Bully and Bawly, splashing through the puddles behind the turtle taxicab, looked at one another.
“Oh, Uncle Wiggily! It is showering again!” grunted Mrs. Twistytail, the lady pig, as she felt a drop splash on her nose. “Yes, and I have my best dress on,” said Mrs. Littletail. Uncle Wiggily just laughed and stood up. He began to open his umbrella. “We shall not get wet,” he said in a jolly voice. “Even if this taxi has no top to it that will not matter. I always carry an umbrella in April, and this is not the first time I have used it today. I’ll hoist it in just a moment. It seems to be caught.” The frog boys eagerly watched.