“Well, how do you find yourself
this morning?” asked the berry bush of Uncle
Wiggily as the old gentleman rabbit peeped out to see
if the bad three-headed wushky-woshky had come back.
“Are you all right?”
“Oh, yes, thank you kindly,”
spoke the rabbit, “but I was just wondering
how I could get out of here to go on and seek my fortune
without being scratched all to pieces.”
“Can’t you jump out just
as you jumped in?” asked the bush, waving her
prickly arms, but taking care not to so much as even
tickle Uncle Wiggily.
“No, there isn’t room
enough for me to get started to jump out,” replied
the rabbit. “I’m afraid I’ll
have to stay here a long time, and I really ought
to be going on.”
“Oh, I have a plan!” suddenly
cried the bush. “You are a very good digger,
so why can’t you dig a tunnel right under me?
Start it inside here and curve it up so that it comes
outside of my prickly branches, and then you won’t
“I’ll do it!” cried
Uncle Wiggily, so with his strong front feet he dug
a tunnel, just as you sometimes make in the sand,
and soon he was safely outside the berry bush.
“Take some of my berries with
you,” said the bush, “so you won’t
“I will,” answered the
rabbit, and he filled his valise with nice, big blackberries.
He felt a little sad about the nice lunch the wushky-woshky
had eaten, but there was no help for it — that
lunch was gone completely.
So Uncle Wiggily said good-by to the
kind berry bush, and traveled on once more to seek
“Watch out for the wushky-woshky,”
called the bush to the rabbit, as she waved her friendly
stickery branches at him.
“I will,” he said, and
then he passed up over the hill and out of sight.
The first place he came to was an
old hollow stump, where an old owl had once lived.
The rabbit looked down inside the stump, but there
was no fortune there.
The second place he came to was a
curious little house built of bark, where an old dog,
who was a friend to Peetie and Jackie Bow Wow, used
to live, but the old dog was away on his vacation
at Ocean Grove, so he wasn’t at home.
“Perhaps there is a fortune
in here,” thought the rabbit, but there wasn’t
any and he went on.
Now the third place he came to was
a little house, made out of clothespins, where a pussy
cat lived, and the pussy wasn’t home, for she
had just gone to the store to get some milk.
But the rabbit didn’t know this,
so he went inside the house to see if there was any
fortune there. And the first thing he saw on the
mantelpiece was a tin bank, and when he shook it something
inside of it rattled, and when he peeped in Uncle
Wiggily saw a whole lot of pennies in the tin bank.
“Oh fine!” he cried, “now
I have my fortune at last. Some one has gone
away and left all this money, so I might as well take
Well, he was just putting the bank
full of pennies into his valise, when the pussy came
back with the bottle of milk.
“Oh! are you going to take my
bank away from me?” she cried, very sadly.
“I have been saving up my pennies for a long
time, and now you have them.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t take them
for the world!” cried the rabbit. “I
didn’t know they were yours, it’s all
a mistake,” and he placed the bank right back
on the mantel. “But perhaps you could tell
me where to find my fortune,” said Uncle Wiggily,
and he told the pussy all about his travels.
“First we will have a drink
of milk,” said the pussy, and she poured out
some for the rabbit. “Then I will go into
the woods a little way with you and help you look
for your fortune.”
“Perhaps we had better take
some lunch with us,” said the rabbit, so he
went to the store and got a nice lunch, which he put
up in his valise, and then he and the pussy started
off together to the woods.
They looked here and there and everywhere
and even around corners, but no fortune could they
find, and pretty soon it began to get a little dark.
And then suddenly it got all dark.
“Oh, I can never find my way
back home!” cried the pussy. “And
I am afraid in these lonesome woods.”
“Oh! don’t be frightened,”
said Uncle Wiggily, who was very brave. “I
will build a camp fire and we can stay here all night.
I will cook some supper and in the morning I will
take you home.”
Then the pussy wasn’t afraid
any more. She helped the rabbit to gather up
some dry leaves and little sticks, and also some big
sticks, and soon Uncle Wiggily had a fine fire merrily
blazing away in the woods, and it was nice and light.
Then he took some leafy branches and made a little
house for himself and the pussy and then they cooked
supper, making some coffee in an old empty tomato
can they found near a wrinkly-crinkly stump.
“Oh, this is real jolly!”
cried the pussy, as she warmed her paws and her nose
at the blaze. “It is much better than drinking
milk out of a bottle.”
“I think so myself,” said
the rabbit. “Now, if I could only find my
fortune I would be happy. But, perhaps, I shall
Well, pretty soon Uncle Wiggily and
the pussy became sleepy so they thought they would
go to bed. They made their beds in the little
green bower-house on some soft, dried leaves.
“And I must have plenty of wood
to put on the camp fire,” said the rabbit, “for
in the night some bad animal might try to eat us, but
when they see the blaze they will be afraid and run
So he gathered a big pile of wood,
and then he and the pussy went to sleep. And
in the middle of the night, as true as I’m telling
you, yes, indeed, along came sneaking the wushky-woshky
with his three heads and two tails and his one crinkly
“Now, I’ll have a fine
meal,” thought the wushky-woshky as he saw the
rabbit and the pussy sleeping. “Which one
shall I take first?”
But all of a sudden his foot slipped
on a stone and he made a noise, and Uncle Wiggily
awakened in an instant and cried out:
“Some one is after us!”
Then the brave rabbit threw some wood on the camp
fire, and it blazed up so quickly that it burned the
whiskers of the wushky-woshky and he gave three howls,
one with each of his mouths, and away he hopped on
his one leg, taking his two tails with him.
“My!” cried the pussy,
“it’s a good thing we had the camp fire,
or we would have been eaten up.”
“Indeed it is,” said the
rabbit. “I’ll keep it blazing all
night.” So he did this, and no more wushky-woshkys
came to bother them. And in the morning the pussy
and the rabbit traveled on together and they had quite
What it was I’ll relate to you
almost immediately, when, in case a little girl named
Elizabeth learns how to swim by standing on one toe
and holding a red balloon under water, I’ll
tell you about Uncle Wiggily and the cowbird.