9. All of a sudden Uncle Wiggily began to squirt streams of water from Jack Frost’s magic gun. Up and down the bunny made icicles in the air, their ends resting on the ground, until he had made a cage with bars of ice all about the Fox. “Let’s see you get me now!” laughed the bunny, as he started for his bungalow. “Fooled again!” howled the Fox. “Who would think he could freeze me in like this?”
Now if the tacks in the carpet don’t turn upside down and tickle the toes of the pussy cat when she’s dancing for the rag doll, the next pictures and story will be about Uncle Wiggily’s queer Umbrellas.
UNCLE WIGGILY WAS SO VERY KIND HE LOANED HIS UMBRELLA. AND WHEN THE ’GATOR CAME ALONG, THE BUNNY FED THE HUNGRY “FELLAH.” REALLY HE DID!
1. Uncle Wiggily hopped out one day to have an adventure, and, as it looked cloudy when he started he took his umbrella. The rabbit gentleman had not hopped very long before it began to April shower. “I’ll just hoist my umbrella,” said the bunny. He was going along when he noticed Aunt Lettie, the goat lady, without an umbrella. “Oh, please take mine!” begged the bunny. “I like to get wet!”
2. “Oh, thank you!” bleated Aunt Lettie. “But can’t we both walk under this umbrella?” Uncle Wiggily said no, as he wasn’t going her way. The bunny was getting quite wet when up hopped Mr. Croaker. “Here is a large toadstool for you, Uncle Wiggily,” grunted Mr. Croaker. “You may use that for an umbrella. I am used to the rain.” Uncle Wiggily thanked the toad, and looked at Mrs. Twistytail.
