STORY VII
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE LOBSTER
"Where are you going to stay to-night, Uncle Wiggily?" asked the grasshopper of the old gentleman rabbit, after the wave had rolled up and washed away the crab that had hold of the bunny's tail, I told you about last, you remember. "Are you going to stay at the seashore?" asked the grasshopper, as he looked at his left hind leg and blinked his two eyes, sort of thoughtful-like.
"Oh, yes, I like it here very much," said Uncle Wiggily, "and I'm going to stay, but as true as I live I don't know where I can sleep to-night."
"Couldn't you build a sand house, such as we see the children making?" asked the grasshopper.
"Oh, no, for in the night it might fall down on me, and the sand would get in my ears. Or a big wave might roll up on the shore and wash me out to sea. Oh, dear, isn't it a puzzle what to do when you are seeking your fortune?"
"Oh, don't feel so badly over it," begged the grasshopper. "We will look around and see what we can find."
"Where are you going to stay, Mr. Grasshopper?" asked the rabbit.
"Who, me? Oh, I am going to crawl under a leaf and sing myself to sleep as I always do; but for you, a leaf is hardly large enough."
"Not unless it was a palm-leaf fan," spoke the old gentleman rabbit. "But come on, we will look around."