"Whenever I feel thirsty,
I take a drink of tea,
Or, if I can't find any,
Why, milk will do for me.
"I haven't found my fortune,
Perhaps I never can,
But I can hop upon the beach,
And beat an old tin pan."
And just then the gentleman rabbit saw an old tin pan lying on the sand, and he went up to it and pounded on it with his crutch. Not hard you understand--not so hard as to hurt it, but enough to make a noise like a drum.
"There, perhaps that will wake the people up," thought the rabbit for the beach was very lonesome in the rainstorm, with no children building sand houses, and no one in bathing. So Uncle Wiggily beat the tin pan again, and made a great racket, and, all of a sudden something glided out from under the pan. It was something long and thin, and it had a long, thin tail.