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Down toppled Uncle Wiggily's hat, not in the least hurt.
As they passed a high rock, out from behind it jumped the bad old
tail-pulling monkey.
The tree barked and roared so like a lion that the foxes were
frightened and were glad enough to run away.
Up, up and up into the air blew the kite and, as the string was tangled
around the babboon's paws, it took him up with it.
"Ker-sneezio! Ker-snitzio! Ker-choo!" he sneezed as the powder from
the puff balls went up his nose and into his eyes.
Jackie was so surprised that he opened his mouth.
Before Uncle Wiggily could stop himself he had run into the bush.
STORY I
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WILLOW TREE
"Well, it's all settled!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit
gentleman, one day, as he hopped up the steps of his hollow stump
bungalow where Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, his muskrat lady housekeeper,
was fanning herself with a cabbage leaf tied to her tail. "It's all
settled."
"What is?" asked Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. "You don't mean to tell me anything
has happened to you?" and she looked quite anxious.
"No, I'm all right," laughed Uncle Wiggily, "and I hope you are the
same. What I meant was that it's all settled where we are going to
spend our vacation this Summer."
"Oh, tell me where!" exclaimed the muskrat lady clapping her paws,
anxious like.
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