The next day, after Uncle Wiggily had been so kind to the June Bug, putting him in the pansy bed, the rabbit gentleman was out walking in the woods with Nannie and Billie Wagtail, the two goat children. “Tell us more about the funny June Bug, Uncle Wiggily,” bleated Billie. “He was funny, but Nurse Jane was afraid of him,” said Uncle Wiggily, laughing. “I caught him in the tea strainer and gave him some sugar. He said he would do me a favor some day, if he could. But wait a minute. That looks like danger ahead!”
Uncle Wiggily, Nannie and Billie Wagtail came to a stop just at the edge where some sticks were criss-crossed on the woodland path. The bunny thought it was a trap and it was. All of a sudden Uncle Wiggily, Billie and Nannie fell into a deep pit which the bad Bazumpus had dug, hoping to catch the bunny. “Oh, dear!” bleated the little goat girl. “If ever we wanted help it is now! Where is that June Bug, Uncle Wiggily?” Billie tried to scramble out by digging his horns in the side of the pit, but could not. Oh, what trouble!
After Uncle Wiggily, Billie and Nannie had tried to get out of the pit, only to find themselves slipping back all the while, they suddenly heard a buzzing sound up above them, and there was the June Bug. “I want to thank you again, Uncle Wiggily, for being so kind to me last night,” buzzed the Bug. “I saw you fall into this pit, as I was flying away from your bungalow a little while ago. Now I am going to help you out.” Billie Wagtail shook his horns. “I don’t see how even a big June Bug can help us,” he said. “Oh, dear!”
After the June Bug had looked down in the pit the Bazumpus had dug, the insect flew away, saying: “I’ll soon be back with a lot of my sisters, brothers, cousins, uncles and aunts, and we’ll get you out of the pit, Uncle Wiggily.” The bunny said that would be very kind. So the June Bug fluttered his wings and whistled on his hind legs and hundreds of other bugs buzzed up to see what was the matter. “We must make a ladder of grass stems so Uncle Wiggily can get out of the pit,” said the big June Bug.
Buzzing their wings, and weaving with their legs, the kind June Bugs soon made a long, strong grass ladder. “Now,” said the big June Bug, “we will carry it to the pit, lower it down, fasten the upper end to a tree, and Uncle Wiggily, Nannie and Billie can climb out.” The bad old Bazumpus, and his club, by which he hoped to knock some souse off Uncle Wiggily’s ears, saw the bugs marching along with the grass ladder. “I wonder what they are going to do?” thought the bad chap. “I must watch and see.”