"Is the red monkey down there?"
"Oh, my! I wonder who can want you?" said Uncle Wiggily.
"Maybe it's the bear who once climbed up a tree after me," cried the red monkey. "I'm going to hide." So he crawled under a big, broad leaf. Then once more the voice called:
"I want the red monkey!"
"Oh, please Uncle Wiggily, don't let him get me!" begged the shivering and shaking monkey. "Throw a stone at that bear, will you?"
"Ha! Hum!" exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit. "I don't very well see how it can be a bear. Bears don't fly in the air, for they have no wings. I'll take a look."
So he looked up in the air, and there, instead of a bear flying overhead, it was only Dickie Chip-Chip, the little sparrow boy.
"Well, bless me!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "What are you doing up there, Dickie?"
"Oh, I'm making believe I'm a messenger boy," said the sparrow. "I have a telegram for the red monkey."
"Oh, ho! So that's why you wanted me, is it?" asked the long-tailed chap, as he crawled out from under the leaf. "What is the message about, if you please?"