"Don't tell me you have met him!" exclaimed the tiger. "Where is he?"
"He started back yesterday, after stopping at my bungalow and helping Nurse Jane dust the furniture with his tail through the windows," the bunny answered.
"Then I'm going back, too!" declared the tiger. "It isn't as much fun roaming by yourself through the woods as I thought it would be. I'm going back!"
"Before you start," kindly suggested Uncle Wiggily, "please come to my bungalow with me."
"Does more furniture need dusting?" asked the tiger, laughing. "I have no fluffy tuft on the end of my tail, as has the lion."
"It isn't that," the bunny answered. "But I would like to have Nurse Jane put some salve on the place where the thorn ran in your paw, and also wrap it up in a rag."
"That would be very nice," spoke the tiger. "Right gladly will I come with you."
So he limped through the forest with the bunny gentleman, and soon they came to the hollow stump bungalow.
"More company for you, Nurse Jane!" called the jolly rabbit uncle.
"That's nice," answered Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. "Oh, you're a tiger, aren't you?" she went on, as she saw the striped beast.