"I am going to stay with Uncle Wiggily. From now on I am going to live in the woods and be happy and poor."
"Oh, my!" squeaked the mousie servant. "Just fancy!"
"I never heard of such a thing," said the rat gentleman. "You had much better come home and live as you did before."
But the cat lady would not change her mind, and she built herself a bungalow near Uncle Wiggily's, and lived there happily forever after.
So from this we may learn, if we will, that when a pail leaks it is best to have it mended. And if the hand-organ monkey doesn't take the squeak out of the rubber ball to make a tin horn for the rag doll, the next story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the horse.
[STORY XXIII]
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE HORSE
Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper for Uncle Wiggily Longears, the bunny rabbit gentleman, once baked a cherry pie, of which Mr. Longears was very fond. In fact, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy baked two pies.
One she put upon the shelf for Uncle Wiggily's supper. The other pie Nurse Jane wrapped in a clean napkin, put it in a basket, and then she said:
"Come on, Uncle Wiggily. We will take this pie to Grandfather Goosey Gander."