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Uncle Wiggily and Mother Goose
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE QUEEN
UNCLE WIGGILY LONGEARS, the rabbit gentleman, was hopping along through the woods one day, limping a little on his red, white and blue striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch, for he had some pain, and he was wondering if any adventures would happen to him when, all of a sudden, there came a big puff of wind, and blew off his tall silk hat.
"My goodness me sakes alive, and some rice pudding!" cried the bunny uncle, giving a hop, skip and a jump after his hat. "I had forgotten that this is the first of March, when the wind begins to blow Winter away and blow Spring in its place. No wonder my hat went off!"
He raced after his hat, which was bounding along through the woods, rolling over and over like a boy's hoop on the sidewalk. At last Uncle Wiggily caught his hat, but, as he was putting it down hard over his ears, along came another puff of wind, and this time blew away his red, white and blue-striped crutch.
Uncle Wiggily hopped after his crutch, and caught it just as it was about ready to be blown into a bramble briar bush.
"Oh, yes they have," said a little voice in the bramble briar bush. "Yes, they have! I'm in trouble right now."
"Who are you and what is the trouble?" asked the bunny uncle.
"I am the bee lady who keeps the honey and perfume store," was the answer. "I was on my way to take some perfume to Mrs. Wibblewobble, the duck lady, and when I tried to fly through this bramble briar bush my wings were caught, and I can't get out. Isn't that trouble enough?"
"It certainly is," answered Uncle Wiggily. "I am sorry you are in trouble, for I know what it means. But I will help you out."
So he did, very gently loosening the stickery thorns of the bramble briar bushes from the bee lady's wings.
"Oh, thank you," she said. "Now, I can fly on with the perfume for Mrs. Wibblewobble. If ever I can help you, or any friends of yours, I shall, Uncle Wiggily."
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