"Ouch-ouchy!" the man cried.
"Bang!" went something again, and this time it flew over and hit the man on his left ear. Now what do you think of that?
"Ouch! Ouchy!" the man yelled again.
"Bang!" went the noise for the third shot, and this time the man was hit on his other ear.
"Ouch! Ouchy!" he cried again. "They're shooting at me. I'd better run." And run away he did, taking his gun with him, and so Uncle Wiggily and Johnnie and Billie weren't hurt.
"My, that was a narrow escape," said Johnnie. "What was it that made the bang noise, and hit the man?"
"It was the roast chestnuts," said Uncle Wiggily, "I forgot to tell you to make little holes in them before you roasted them or else they would burst. And burst they did, and I'm glad of it, for they scared that man. But I guess we had better be going now, for he may come back."
So they took the apples, which were nicely roasted now, and they took the chestnuts that were left and which hadn't burst, and away they went in the auto and had a fine ride, before going home to bed.
And now I'll say good-night, but in case the cow who jumped over the moon doesn't kick our milk bottles off the back stoop, I'll tell you, in the story after this one, about Uncle Wiggily and the pumpkin.