"I can't seem to do it."
"All right, I will," the fox said. Uncle Wiggily hopped to one side.
The fox put his paws under the sassafras root. And he pulled and he
pulled and he pulled, and finally, with a double extra strong pull, he
pulled up the root. But it came up so suddenly, just as when you break
the point off your pencil, that the fox keeled over backward in a
peppersault and somersault also.
"Oh, wow!" cried the fox, as he bumped his nose. "What happened?" But
Uncle Wiggily did not stay to tell. Away ran the bunny through the
woods, as fast as he could go, forgetting all about his Spring fever.
He was all over it.
"I thought the sassafras would cure you," said Dr. Possum, when Uncle
Wiggily was safely home once more.
"The fox helped some," said the bunny uncle, with a laugh.
And if the black cat doesn't cover himself with talcum powder and make
believe he's a white kid glove going to a dance, I'll tell you next
about Uncle Wiggily and Jack-in-the-Pulpit.
STORY V
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PULPIT-JACK
"Well, how are you feeling today, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Nurse Jane
Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she saw the rabbit
gentleman taking his tall silk hat down off the china closet, getting
ready to go for a walk in the woods one morning.
"Why, I'm feeling pretty fine, Nurse Jane," answered the bunny uncle.
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