He went back in the woods again, but pretty soon Nurse Jane cried once more.
“Oh, Uncle Wiggily! Come here quickly.”
“I wonder what can be the matter this time?” thought the old rabbit gentleman, as he gave a hop, skip and a jump back. “What is it, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy?” he asked, as he came to the birch-bark bungalow.
“Oh, we have no milk for dinner,” she said sorrowfully.
And, before Uncle Wiggily could answer, there echoed through the woods a sound like:
“Moo! Moo! Moo!”
“Oh, what dreadful creature is that?” asked Nurse Jane, wiggling her whiskers. “I am sure it must be a bear.”
“Ha!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “That is not a bear! It is our milk for dinner. That is the moo-cow. You will find lots of them in the country. You must not be so nervous, Nurse Jane.”
“I’ll try not to be,” she answered, “but it is some time since I have lived in the country. Where is the cow?”
Then along came a nice moo-cow with milk for Uncle Wiggily’s dinner, and the rabbit and Nurse Jane had a fine time in the country-woods bungalow, and they thanked the kind cow and Nurse Fuzzy Wuzzy said she would not be afraid of any more funny noises. But you just wait!