“Indeed I am not coming down and let you have any of my souse!” said Uncle Wiggily to the bad ’gator at the foot of the tree. “Very well then, now I’ll begin to saw!” gargled the bad chap. So with his tail, which was just like a saw, he began to cut down the tree. “Oh, we must save Uncle Wiggily!” whispered Billie the goat. “Yes, but how can we?” asked Jackie. “I know,” barked Peetie. “We’ll paint the alligator’s tail red, and he’ll think he has the nose-bleed!”
All of a sudden, when the alligator had the tree almost sawed through, and it was beginning to fall with Uncle Wiggily in it, the three animal boys rushed up with their pots of paint. “Splatter him good!” barked Jackie, and he and Peetie and Billie splashed different kinds of paint on the bad ’gator. “Oh my goodness me!” grunted the skillery scallery chap. “This will spoil my complexion! This is no place for me! I’ll get Uncle Wiggily’s souse some other time, I guess.”
Lang Campbell
7-25-20
Jackie, Peetie and Billie splashed so much paint on the ’gator, even putting some in his eyes, that the bad chap was glad enough to run away. He looked like a broken piece of the rainbow. Uncle Wiggily easily got down out of the fallen tree, and he felt so happy, at saving his souse, that he danced a jig around the paint pots with the doggies and the goat. “Well I never!” exclaimed Nurse Jane. “This is a funny way to paint a red bungalow green, Uncle Wiggily!” But the bunny gentlemen only laughed.
And if the slice of bread doesn’t try to jump out from under the butter, and
let the jam fall on the table cloth, the next
pictures and story will tell how
UNCLE WIGGILY PICKED SOME MAY
FLOWERS. HE DIDN’T KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM,
BUT THE ANIMAL BOYS DID. OH, WHAT A SHAME! JUST LOOK!