After Uncle Wiggily and the pussy
had helped the robin get the cowbird’s eggs
out of her nest, as I told you in the story before
this, the rabbit and the kittie stayed in the woods
a little while talking to the mamma bird.
“I should like to see the little
robins hatch out of the eggs,” said the pussy,
as she frisked her tail about and smoothed out her
“So should I,” added Uncle Wiggily.
“I will gladly let you see my
little birdies hatch,” spoke the robin, “but
it will take nearly a week yet, and you will have to
“Oh, I can’t wait as long
as that,” went on the rabbit. “I must
be off to seek my fortune.”
“Yes, and I must go and find
my clothespin house,” said the pussy.
So they said good-by to the mamma
robin, and away the pussy and Uncle Wiggily went,
over the hills and down the dales through the woods
and over little brooks.
Pretty soon they came to a place in
the woods where there were a whole lot of flowers
nodding their heads in the wind, and it was such a
pretty place that Uncle Wiggily and the pussy stayed
there a little while. And in about a minute they
heard something flying through the bushes and out flew
that same cowbird, and she laughed just as hard as
she could laugh, as she passed along.
“Somebody is going to be surprised!”
cried the cowbird and she fluttered her wings at the
rabbit and the kittie, and then she hid herself off
in the woods.
“I wonder what she means?” asked the pussy.
“I’m sure I don’t
know,” replied the rabbit. “But did
you notice that she didn’t have her eggs with
“Sure enough!” exclaimed
the pussy. “She must have left them in some
other bird’s nest.”
“Well, we had better keep on,
for it is getting late,” spoke Uncle Wiggily,
“and I want to find your clothespin house for
On they hurried through the trees,
and pretty soon — Oh, I guess about as long
as it takes you to eat a stick of peppermint candy — they
suddenly came to the pussy’s clothespin house.
“Oh, here’s where I live!”
she cried. “How glad I am to get back home!”
She hurried in through the front door and no sooner
was she inside than she cried out:
“Come here! Come here,
quickly, Uncle Wiggily! Did you ever see such
a sight in all your born days?”
“What is it?” asked the
rabbit, as he hopped in, and he was half afraid that
there might be a burglar fox hiding in the pussy’s
But it wasn’t anything like
that. Instead the rabbit saw the pussy pointing
to her bed, and there, right in the middle of the feather
pillows, were some eggs.
“The cowbird’s eggs!”
cried the kittie. “That’s what she
meant when she said some one was going to be surprised.
Indeed, I am the one who is surprised. She brought
her eggs here, thinking I would hatch them out for
her, but I’ll not do it!”
So the pussy threw the eggs out of
the window, on some soft straw, where they wouldn’t
be broken, and pretty soon that cowbird came back,
as angry as a lion without any tail. And she
grabbed up her eggs, and this time she took them to
the monkey, who played five hand-organs at once.
And the monkey was a good-natured sort of a chap,
so he hatched out the cowbird’s eggs for her,
and soon he had a lot of little calfbirds, and when
they grew up they gave him no end of trouble.
“Well, now you are safe home,”
said Uncle Wiggily to the pussy, “I will travel
“First, let me fill your valise
with something to eat,” said the kittie cat,
and she did so, and then the rabbit hopped on.
He looked all over for his fortune, but he couldn’t
find it, and pretty soon it got dark night and he
went to sleep in a hollow stump.
“Surely, I will find my fortune
to-day,” thought Uncle Wiggily, as he arose
the next morning, and combed out his whiskers.
It was a bright, beautiful sunshiny morning, and everything
was cheerful, and the birds were singing. But,
in spite of all that, something happened to the rabbit.
He was just going past a berry bush,
and he was reaching up to pick off some of the red
raspberries, when all at once a sharp claw was thrust
out from the bush and a grab was made for the rabbit.
“Now, I’ve got you!” cried a savage
“No, you haven’t!”
exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, and he jumped back just as
a savage wolf sprang out at him.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll
get you yet!” went on the wolf and he made another
spring. But the rabbit was ready for him and ran
down the hill and the wolf ran after him, howling
at the top of his grillery-growlery voice, for he
was very hungry.
My! how Uncle Wiggily did run.
And the wolf ran also, and he was catching up to the
rabbit, and probably would have eaten him all up, but
just then a kind bumble bee who knew Uncle Wiggily
flew off a tree branch and stung that wolf on the
end of his nose.
That wolf gave a howl, and made one
more grab for Uncle Wiggily, but he only managed to
catch hold of his coat tails in his teeth, and there
the wolf held on.
“Let go of Uncle Wiggily!” buzzed the
“No I won’t!” cried the wolf, most
“Then I’ll sting you again!”
cried the bee, and she did so, and the rabbit gave
a great pull, and he managed to pull himself away from
the wolf. But, alas! Uncle Wiggily’s
nice red coat was all tattered and torn.
“Oh, whatever shall I do?”
cried Uncle Wiggily as the wolf ran away down the
hill and the rabbit looked at the torn and ripped coat.
“I never can go on seeking my fortune with a
“I am sorry,” said the
bee, “but I can not help you. But if you
see the tailor bird she may mend your coat for you.”
So the bee buzzed away and Uncle Wiggily
went on looking for the tailor bird. This is
a bird that makes a nest by sewing leaves together
with grass for thread. And would you believe
me, in a little while Uncle Wiggily saw the very bird
She was making a nest with her bill
for a needle and some dried grass for thread, and
she was sewing the leaves together.
“Will you kindly mend my coat
for me where the wolf tore it?” asked the rabbit
“Indeed I will,” said
the tailor bird. So she took some long, strong
pieces of grass for thread. Then she made her
sharp bill go back and forth in the cloth of Uncle
Wiggily’s coat and soon it was all mended again
as good as new. Then the rabbit thanked the bird
and started off again to seek his fortune and you
could hardly see where his coat was torn.
Then Uncle Wiggily was very thankful
to the tailor bird, and he stayed at her house for
some time, helping her sweep the sidewalk mornings,
and bringing up coal, and all things like that.
And the old gentleman had some more adventures.
But as I have already made this book
quite long, I think I will have to save the rest of
the stories for another one. I’ll get it
ready as soon as I can for you, and the name of it
is going to be “Uncle Wiggily’s Fortune.”
Just think of that! He really
does find his fortune in that book, though he has
quite some trouble, let me tell you. But bless
your hearts! Trouble is only another kind of
So now we will say good-by to Uncle
Wiggily for a time, and soon you may hear more about
him. Good-by and good luck to all of you.