“Do you mean take the toothache away or the tooth, mamma?” asked Sammie, curious like.
“Both,” answered Mrs. Littletail, with a smile.
“Oh, I’m not going!” yelled Sammie.
“Ha! There is trouble down there,” said Uncle Wiggily, as he listened to this talk. “I guess perhaps I had better go down and see what I can do.”
So down he went in his airship to the home of the Littletail rabbit family, and there, indeed, he found trouble. Sammie had the toothache, from eating too many carrot ice cream cones, and as the tooth was an old one, with a big hole in it, that tooth needed to be pulled.
“But I won’t go to the dentist’s!” howled Sammie. Sometimes boy animals, and real boys, too, are that way. It takes girls to go to the dentist. They don’t mind a bit. All they’re afraid of is that their hair ribbons may get bent, or twisted, but they are easily fixed.
“I’ll not go,” said Sammie, and he cried real hard.
“Oh, dear!” exclaimed Mrs. Littletail. “Whatever shall I do with you?”
“Ha! Perhaps I can help you!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, as he came sailing gently down in his airship. “Sammie, you come for a ride with me, and perhaps everything will be all right. Come in my airship.”
“Are we going to the dentist’s?” asked the rabbit boy.