"What about the grasshopper?" asked Jackie. "Did one bite you, Uncle Wiggily?"
"No, but my friend, the green grasshopper, jumped into a Jack-in-the-Pulpit when the bear came, and here we have come away and forgotten all about him. We must go right back."
So back they started, and on the way the rabbit told what a kind friend the grasshopper had been to him on his travels. Well, they got to the place where the bear had scared them, but when they looked up on the rock no Jack-in-the-Pulpit was to be seen, and there was no sign of the grasshopper.
Uncle Wiggily and the Monkey
"I'm sure it was here that the grasshopper made his jump," said Uncle Wiggily, looking carefully about.
"Yes," said Jackie, "but there is no Jack-in-the-Pulpit on this rock at all."
"Here is a pile of dirt, though," spoke Peetie. "Perhaps there is a bone under it. Let's dig, Jackie."
So those two puppy dogs dug in the earth while Uncle Wiggily looked all around for the grasshopper. Then, all of a sudden, Peetie cried out:
"Oh! Look here! The Jack-in-the-Pulpit is under this pile of earth! The top is just sticking out. Now, we'll find the hoppergrass."