[STORY XXXVI]
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WOLF
Uncle Wiggily was hopping through the woods with Nurse Jane one day, wondering what sort of an adventure he might have, and he was helping the muskrat lady housekeeper carry some clothes pins that she had bought at the three and four cent store when, all of a sudden, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy called loudly:
"Look out!"
"What's the matter?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Am I spilling the clothes pins?"
"No," answered the muskrat housekeeper of the hollow stump bungalow. "But, see that big wolf! Let's run!"
"Where's any wolf?" asked the bunny gentleman. "I don't see any," and he began searching in his pockets for his spectacles, which he had taken off, as they tickled his pink, twinkling nose.
"There's a big, gold wolf, over behind that mulberry bush," whispered Nurse Jane.
"What's that? A gold wolf? I never heard of such a thing!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "You must be mistaken, Nurse Jane. I'll take a look!"
Then bravely singing the song—"Here we go 'round the Mulberry Bush," Uncle Wiggily hopped up to where Nurse Jane pointed. Surely enough, something was gleaming gold-like among the trees, and as soon as Uncle Wiggily had put on his glasses, and had taken a good look, he cried: