Still she knew Uncle Wiggily meant to be kind, so she gave the bunny rabbit gentleman the basket with the pie inside, and started back for the hollow stump bungalow to get the other.
The bunny rabbit certainly was not selfish, whatever else he was.
"Hello, Horsie!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, as he hopped through the field where the big animal was eating.
"Hello," answered the horse. "Oh, it's Uncle Wiggily!" he went on, as he stopped cropping the grass and looked up.
"Did you ever eat a cherry pie?" asked the bunny rabbit, beginning to take the cloth off the one in the basket.
"Cherry pie? I don't believe I ever did," slowly answered the horse. "Cherry pie! Hum! No, I never tasted any."
"Wouldn't you like to?" asked the bunny. "I should think you would get tired of eating grass all day long."
"Well, grass is my food, and I like it," neighed the horse. "But I like some oats once in a while, and some bran. Yes, and I think I'd like some cherry pie, also."
"Here! Take this one! Nurse Jane can bake more!" said generous Uncle Wiggily, and he held out the pie.
"Oh, my! That's a fine one!" whinnied the horse. "That looks most delicious."