Then the rabbit looked at the nice, smooth rocky slide, and all of a sudden he heard a voice singing:
"Lumps of pudding and pieces of pie
My mamma gave me when I was a boy,
And for those things I used to cry--
For lumps of pudding and pieces of pie!"
"Hum! I wonder who that can be?" asked Uncle Wiggily, and then he heard some one laugh and shout, and a great big boy, about as big as two barrels of molasses, burst out of the bushes.
"Why, it's the giant's little boy!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily in great surprise.
"Yes, that's who I am!" cried the boy who was as large as two barrels of molasses, and a can of condensed milk besides. "How are you, Uncle Wiggily? Have you found your fortune yet?"
"No," said the rabbit a bit sadly, "I have not."
"Never mind," spoke the giant's little boy, "come on and have a slide, it's lots of fun," and with that the big boy threw himself down on the smooth rock, just as if he were on a sled, and away he whizzed down the hill as nicely as a cake of soft soap slips into the bathtub.