So Uncle Wiggily did this. He scattered some of the bird seed on the ground, and Dickie Chip-Chip, the sparrow boy, and some robins and blue birds—more than a thousand of them—came to eat the seeds. And when the birds had eaten them Uncle Wiggily asked:
“Will you please fly home with me and my airship, for my lifting balloons are all full of holes?”
“Indeed we will, and that right gladly!” answered the birds, politely. So they lifted Uncle Wiggily and his airship up in their bills and with their fluttering wings bore him safely home, and there was bird seed enough left for Nurse Jane’s cat.
But the cat would not eat the nuts, so Johnnie and Billie Bushytail had them to crack. And that’s all to this story.
However, if the rooster in our back yard doesn’t crow so loudly that he makes the alarm clock jump off the mantel, I’ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the baby rabbit.
STORY XIV
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BABY RABBIT
“Oh, Uncle Wiggily!” cried Susie, the little rabbit girl, one afternoon, as she came over to Mr. Longears’ hollow stump bungalow. “I wonder if you can guess what came to our burrow in the night?”
“Let me see,” said Uncle Wiggily, slow and thoughtful like; “was it a mouse?”
“Nope!” cried Susie, laughing and clapping her paws.
“Was it a thunder storm?” asked the rabbit gentleman, sort of puzzled like.