It was a bright and beautiful sunshiny
day, and Uncle Wiggily was hopping along the road,
thinking many thoughts and about the busy bug and the
black cricket and all things like that and how hard
it was to look and look for your fortune and never
find it, when all of a sudden, just as he happened
to put his crutch down on a round stone, it slipped,
and down he fell kerthump.
“Oh, wow! Ouch!”
cried the old gentleman rabbit as he bumped his nose
on a sharp stick. “That hurt! My,
I hope I haven’t broken one of my ears or paw-nails.
If I did I’ll have to get in the ambulance and
go to the hospital.”
So he sat up very slowly and carefully
and looked himself all over and he was glad to see
that he hadn’t broken anything except a lettuce
sandwich that he carried in his satchel and, as it
was just as good broken as it was whole, it didn’t
matter much.
“Oh, are you hurt?” suddenly
cried a voice, as Uncle Wiggily took some dirt out
of his left ear. “If you are I can give
you something to put on your cuts,” and out
from under a big leaf came a beautiful butterfly.
“What can you put on my cuts?” asked the
rabbit.
“Oh, I can get some sticky gum
from a tree or a flower and spread it on a leaf and
make some court plaster,” spoke the butterfly.
“It will cure a cut very quickly.”
“Thank you very much,”
said Uncle Wiggily, “but very luckily I haven’t
any cuts. I’m all right, I guess, but because
you are so kind to me here is just a drop of honey
that I found in the bottom of my satchel. The
bee gave it to me.” So he handed to the
kind butterfly a little honey he had left. The
butterfly was very glad to get it, and fluttered away,
jumping from one flower to another as easily as a
boy can spin his top.
Then the old gentleman rabbit traveled
on, and pretty soon, when it was just about time for
dinner, he came to a beautiful place in the woods.
The trees were nice and green and shady, and there
was a little brook that was bubbling and babbling
over the mossy stones and then all at once Uncle Wiggily
heard the queerest music he had ever heard. It
was like forty-’leven bands all playing in the
park at once.
“My, I must be near a big picnic!”
cried the rabbit. “I shall have to look
out for myself, or some boys may chase me.”
The music kept getting louder but
still the old gentleman rabbit didn’t see any
people, and he went on very slowly until he came to
a little house built of shingles, and there in front
of it sat a monkey. And he was the funniest monkey
you ever saw.
For that monkey was playing five hand
organs all at once. Yes, just as true as I’m
telling you, he was. He played one organ with
his left paw and he played another organ with his
right paw, and he played still another with his left
foot and he twisted the crank of another with his right
foot. And then, to finish off with, he whirled
around the crank of the fifth organ with his long
tail. Oh, he was a smart monkey, I tell you!
“My! This is almost as
good as a circus!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily.
“I’m glad I came this way.”
Well, that funny monkey played faster
than ever, and on one organ he played the tune “Please
Bring Your Umbrella Inside When it Rains,” and
on another he played “May I Have Some of Your
Ice Cream Cone if I Give You a Kiss?” And on
the third hand organ the monkey was playing the tune
“Come Out Into the Hammock and See Who’ll
Fall Out First,” and another tune was “Please
Don’t Let that Big Black Bug Tickle Me,”
and on the organ that he twisted with his tail the
monkey ground out the song “Come On Inside the
Motorboat and Have a Nice, Cool Swim.”
“My, how do you do it?”
asked the rabbit of the monkey. “You must
be very musical.”
“Oh, it comes natural to me,”
said the monkey, not a bit proud like.
“But where did you get so many organs?”
“Oh, I saved up my pennies for
them,” said the monkey. “You see,
it was this way. I used to work for a man who
had a hand organ, and he used to take me around with
him to climb up on the porches, and in the second-story
windows to get the pennies from the children.
Well, I always loved music, and I wanted the man to
let me play his organ, but he never would. So
I made up my mind I would save up all my pennies and
some day buy an organ for myself.
“Well, I did that, for you know
often when I used to go around to collect pennies
for the man, some children would give me a few for
myself. Finally I got rich and I didn’t
work for the man any longer, and I had enough to buy
five hand organs, for I can play five at once.
Then I came here, and built this shingle house and
every day I amuse myself by playing tunes, and I never
have to climb up the rainwater pipe to get money.
Oh, it is a happy life,” and the monkey felt
so funny that he hung by his tail from a tree branch,
and made faces at Uncle Wiggily — just in
fun, you understand.
Uncle Wiggily was very glad he had
met the monkey, and he listened to the music, and
the monkey even let the rabbit play one tune for himself,
and it was called, “When You Wiggle Your Wiggily
Ears Wiggle Them Good and Hard.”
And then, all of a sudden, just as
that tune was finished, there was a terrible noise
in the bushes.
“My goodness! What’s
that?” cried the monkey as he hopped up on top
of one of his hand organs and curled his tail around
the handle.
“It sounds like a bear!”
said the rabbit. “But don’t worry.
I’ll do just as the cricket did to the alligator
and make him laugh so that he won’t hurt us.”
“Good!” cried the monkey.
And then the noise became louder and out from the
bushes popped a big animal. But it was an elephant
instead of a bear, and as soon as he saw the monkey
and Uncle Wiggily he ran up to them and shook his
trunk at them and cried:
“Oh, I’m so glad to see
you! I just got away from the circus, and I want
to have some fun!” and he was as kind and gentle
as he could be and he and Uncle Wiggily had quite
an adventure the next day.
I’ll tell you about it on the
next page, when, in case the little boy across the
street doesn’t tickle my pussy cat and make him
sneeze the rubbers off the umbrella plant, the story
will be about Uncle Wiggily and the big dog.