And he soon had another adventure. What it was I'll tell you soon, for the story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the fiddler--that is, if the piano stool doesn't turn into a merry-go-'round and whirl about so fast that it makes the milk bottle dizzy.
STORY XIII
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FIDDLER
It was the day after Uncle Wiggily had taken shelter under the pink shell when the hailstones came down, and the old gentleman rabbit was walking along the sandy beach, looking to see what he could see.
"You never can tell when you are going to find your fortune in this world," he said, "and I may come upon mine any moment. So I must be ready for it." Then he went on a little farther, and he felt hungry. "Perhaps there is a bit of cherry pie still in my valise," he said. So he looked, and, sure enough, there was some pie, and he ate it.
It was nearly all gone, and there were only a few crumbs of the pie left, when the old gentleman rabbit heard some one say:
"Oh, how hungry I am! Oh, if I only had something to eat. I wonder where I can find anything?"
Then the rabbit looked down, and there was the slow-crawling snail, looking very hungry indeed.