Reaching the pit, in which were Uncle Wiggily and the goat children, the June Bugs fastened the ladder so it would not slip, and tossed the other end down in the hole. Then Nannie and Billie climbed up, and then it was Uncle Wiggily’s turn. “See, Billie, I told you a June Bug could help us,” said the bunny gentleman, as he got to the top of the pit. “But who dug that hole?” asked Mr. Longears. “It was the Bazumpus!” buzzed the largest June Bug. “Yes, and there he is now!” cried Nannie, as she saw the bad creature. “Look!”
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Campbell
6-6-20
As soon as the rabbit was safely out of the pit, the biggest June Bug cried: “Now, my friends, since we have saved Uncle Wiggily and paid him back for the favor he did me, chase the Bazumpus!” And all the Bugs chased the bad chap, tickling him with long spears of grass so that he ran away as fast as he could go. Nannie and Billie danced for joy because their bunny uncle was saved, and Mr. Longears shook paws with the big June Bug and invited him to come to dinner that day. So everybody was happy but the Bazumpus.
And if the Ironing board doesn’t jump on the back of the horse radish, and
ride into the blue water of the laundry tubs, the next
pictures and story will tell how
UNCLE WIGGILY PAINTED HIS
BUNGALOW: SEE THE LADDER SLIP! SEE THE
LADDER FALL! BUT DEAR OLD UNCLE WIGGILY WAS
SCARCELY SCRATCHED AT ALL! BUT THE ALLIGATOR! OH MY!
“Nurse Jane ought to like the bungalow much better after I paint it sky blue pink,” said Uncle Wiggily as he stood on a ladder putting some dabs of color on his hollow stump house. “I hope nothing happens when I am up here. If I should fall in the pots of paints I’d look like some scrambled Easter eggs.” Uncle Wiggily had used up nearly all the color in one pot when he saw Billie Wagtail, the goat, and Jackie and Peetie Bow Wow coming along. “I’ll ask one of them to hand me another pot of paint,” said the bunny.