"Boo-oo-oo-bunk!" groaned the bunny rabbit, scary-like.
The boys, who were just getting ready to frighten the Little Old Lady of Mulberry Lane, jumped up in fright themselves. They saw the queer face laughing at them.
"Oh, it's a Hallowe'en hobgoblin! A hobgoblin!" cried one boy.
"Come on! Come on!" shouted the other. "Let's get out of here!" And dropping string, tick-tack and everything, away they ran. They never knew that it was only a bunny rabbit gentleman who had surprised them.
"Ha! Ha!" laughed Uncle Wiggily, as he peered out from behind the broomstick and the scary tall-hat creature he had made. "I guess they won't bother the Old Lady now!"
The Little Old Lady of Mulberry Lane laid aside the book she had been reading and opened her door.
"Is anybody there?" she gently asked, looking out over her dark garden. "Seems to me I heard a noise-like. Is anybody there, trying to play Hallowe'en tricks on a poor, lone body like me? Anybody there?"
No one answered—not even Uncle Wiggily—for he couldn't speak real talk, you know. But he heard what the Old Lady said.
"Nobody there! I guess it must have been the wind," said the Little Old Lady of Mulberry Lane, as she shut the door.
But we know it wasn't the wind; don't we?