“Well, I hope it will do you good,” spoke Uncle Wiggily, cheerfully and politely.
So the Flump went in herhis gloomy house, to take hisher bitter sour medicine, and Uncle Wiggily fixed his airship. Pretty soon, just as he was about to sail up toward the blue sky, where the sun was shining, and the birds were singing, the Flump came running out, crying:
“Oh, woe is me! Oh, unhappiness! I knew something would happen! My house is on fire!”
Uncle Wiggily looked, and, surely enough, a lot of smoke was pouring out of the doors and windows of the Flump animal’s house. Thicker and thicker grew the smoke.
“Yes, there must be a fire!” cried the rabbit gentleman. “But don’t worry! I’ll call out the water bug fire department, and we’ll soon make everything right. Don’t worry!”
“Oh, but I just love to worry!” cried the Flump. “I am glad I have something about which to worry! Oh, unhappiness!”
But Uncle Wiggily had no time to worry. Into his airship he jumped, and off he flew to get the fire department.
He brought back the brave water bugs with their buckets of water, but when they had rushed in the Flump’s house they came out, saying, as they wiped the smoke out of their eyes:
“There is no fire there!”
“No fire?” cried Uncle Wiggily. “But look at the smoke.”