One day Uncle Wiggily Longears stopped at the home of Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady. Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy had asked the bunny gentleman to call and return an egg she had borrowed. Uncle Wiggily found Mrs. Littletail, the rabbit, Mrs. Bushytail, the squirrel, Mrs. Bow Wow, the dog lady, and Mrs. Kat, the pussy lady, at Mrs. Wibblewobble’s house. “Is this a party?” asked Uncle Wiggily. “Oh, no,” said Mrs. Wibblewobble, “but I could make it one if I had a few nice May blossoms.” Uncle Wiggily said he’d get some.
Uncle Wiggily went into the early, green spring woods. He began looking at the ground. Pretty soon he met Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck, and Curly and Floppy Twistytail, the two piggie boys. “What are you looking for, Uncle Wiggily?” asked Floppy. “For some nice May flowers to make pretty bouquets so Mrs. Wibblewobble can have them for her little reception party,” answered the bunny. “But, boys, I am sorry to say I haven’t yet found a single blossom.” The animal boys felt sad for Uncle Wiggily.
“Hey, fellows, I know how we can have some fun!” quacked Jimmie the duck. “How?” asked Curly, while Floppy balanced a stick and a leaf on the end of his nose, like a juggler in the circus. “Uncle Wiggily will never find any flowers in the woods. It is too early,” said Jimmie. “But near my house are a lot of ladies hats, with some dandy flowers on. We could take some off, plant ’em in the woods where Uncle Wiggily would find them and then he’d be happy.” The two piggie boys said that would be fun. Now let’s see.
Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck boy, meaning no harm, of course, led Curly and Floppy back to his house. Mrs. Wibblewobble and her animal lady friends were so busy talking that they did not notice what the boys did. The boys began pulling the pretty blossoms off the hats. “We’ll stick them in the ground among the trees, and lead Uncle Wiggily to them,” quacked Jimmie. “He’ll think they’re real blossoms and he’ll pick a big bouquet.” Floppy laughed and Curly said: “We ought to put perfume on ’em and make ’em smell.”
After Jimmie, Curly and Floppy had pulled from the ladies’ hats as many of the make-believe flowers as they wanted, the animal boys hurried off to the woods again. “I’ll get my mother’s perfume atomizer bottle and we’ll make the flowers smell as sweet as real ones,” grunted Floppy. And in the picture you see how the animal chaps planted the artificial flowers in the green moss of the woods. Floppy sprayed some lovely perfume over them, so that they smelled just as real as anything. Meanwhile Uncle Wiggily was out of luck.