“What seems to be the trouble, Uncle Wiggily?” asked Mr. Prickly Porcupine Hedgehog, as he came walking along. “What’s the matter?” Mr. Longears stopped the wheels from spinning. “The matter is this hill is so slippery we can’t get up. Our wheels skid, even though the boys’ sleds are in front.” Mr. Hedgehog gave a sneeze. “I can help you.” “How, if you please?” asked Nurse Jane. “I have a lot of loose, sharp quills, like horseshoe nails,” answered Mr. Porcupine. “Fasten them to your wheels.”
“It is very lucky you came along, Mr. Hedgehog,” said Uncle Wiggily, as, with the doggie boys to help, the rabbit gentleman tied some of the loose, sharp quills around the rear wheels of his auto. “Yes, I am glad I had plenty of loose quills,” spoke the porcupine gentleman. “They will be the same as a lot of stickery spikes and your wheels won’t slip any more. Take a few more quills, and I have another ball of cord.” But Uncle Wiggily had enough string. “Oh, hurry!” squeaked the Squiggle Bugs.
Just as Uncle Wiggily, Jackie and Peetie finished putting the sharp, stickery quills of Mr. Hedgehog Porcupine on the auto wheels, along came the Pipsisewah and Skeezicks. “We want souse!” they cried. But the rabbit gentleman and his friends jumped into the auto sled, and away they went. The wheels did not skim around because the stickery quills caught on the ice, and they sent up a shower of frozen splinters into the faces of the two bad chaps. “Hurray! now we are safe!” cried the jolly Squiggle Bugs, and all was well.