But finally Uncle Wiggily started back for his hollow stump bungalow, and soon he was in the middle of the wood, about half way home. And all of a sudden the bunny gentleman heard a crying voice saying:
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I don't know where my home is! I'm lost! Oh, dear! I'm lost!"
Mr. Longears peered through the bushes, and there he saw the boy from the red brick house, who held in his hand a broken kite.
"Ah, I see what has happened!" said the bunny. "His kite broke loose from the string. Forgetting what he promised his mother, about not going away, the boy ran after his kite, over into the woods, and now he is lost. I wonder if I can help him find his way home?"
Uncle Wiggily did not show himself yet. Hiding behind the bushes, the bunny followed the lost boy as he wandered about among the trees, not knowing which way to go.
"Oh, where is my house?" said the boy over and over again. "Why can't I find it?"
Then a mournful voice cried:
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
"Oh, dear! What's that?" exclaimed the lost boy, suddenly stopping.
"It's only an owl bird," said Uncle Wiggily to himself. He wished he might speak to the boy, and tell him this, but though the bunny could understand boy-talk, the boy couldn't understand rabbit language.