3. Reaching the goose gentleman’s house, Uncle Wiggily saw that it was all snowed in, for there had been a blizzard. “But we’ll soon make a path for him!” cried Mr. Longears, twinkling his pink nose. “Lively now, piggie boys!” Around the house they went with the snow plow, Uncle Wiggily steering it. “Thank you for digging me out!” quacked Grandpa. “Uncle Butter is next,” mewed Tommie Kat.
4. “What’s that?” cried Uncle Wiggily as he heard Tommie mewing. “Your friend Uncle Butter, the goat, is also snowed up,” said Tommie. “We must snow plow him out!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “Hurry, piggie boys!” Very soon they came to a big wall of snow. Over the top they saw a chimney. “Uncle Butter lives there,” said Curly. “But our plow can never get through all that snow. What shall we do?”
5. All of a sudden, as Uncle Wiggily and the piggie boys were wondering how to get Uncle Butter out of his snow-drifted house, there sounded a loud: “Baa-a-a-a-a!” Then through the snow wall came the goat gentleman, head first. “How did you get out?” asked Uncle Wiggily, as the goat flew over his head. “I lowered my horns and I butted my way through the snow,” bleated the goat. “Now I’ll help you.”
6. After Uncle Butter burst his way through the snow, he helped the piggies pull the snow plow, and they cleared a path around the goat’s house. “We must dig out more of my friends,” said Uncle Wiggily. Off they started again, and at last they came to two big heaps of snow. “Hum!” said the bunny. “Some of my friends must live here, though I can’t remember who they are. But I’ll plow them out.”
7. All of a sudden, just as Uncle Wiggily was going to plow around the two snow mounds, to dig out those whom he thought were his friends—all at once, from one mound burst the Fox, and from the other the Wolf. “Ha! Ha!” snickered the bad chaps. “That’s the time we fooled Uncle Wiggily. He thought we were his friends, but now we can nibble his ears.” You can imagine how sad Uncle Wiggily felt.
