"Sing and dance,
Hop and prance,
Make some one feel jolly,
Go 'way, care,
Don't you dare
Make me melancholy."
"Ha, hum! I feel much better after that," said Uncle Wiggily, and he moved his whiskers sideways and up and down, and twinkled his nose, and then he went on looking for his fortune.
Pretty soon he came to a big snail that was crawling slowly along the beach.
"Have you seen any gold?" asked the rabbit.
"No, I am sorry to say I have not," said the snail, slowly and carefully. "But I have not gone very far this morning. I have only traveled about as far as from one orange seed to another, and that is not very far, you know. Perhaps later I may find some gold."