They were all blazing.
"Call the fire department! Get out the water bugs!" cried the little
ant boy. "Fire! Water! Water! Fire!"
"That's what I want--water," cried the bunny uncle. "Oh, if I could
find a spring of water. I could put the blazing matches, save some of
them, perhaps, and surely save the bread and crackers. Oh, for some
water!"
Uncle Wiggily and the ant boy ran here and there in the woods looking
for a spring of water. But they could find none, and the bread and
crackers were just beginning to burn when a voice cried:
"Here is water, Uncle Wiggily!"
"Where? Where?" asked the rabbit gentleman, all excited like. "Where?"
"Inside my pulpit," was the answer, and Uncle Wiggily saw, not far
away, the Jack-plant he had helped from under the stone.
"When it rained a while ago, my pitcher-pulpit became filled with
water," went on Jack. "If you will just tip me over, sideways, I'll
splash the water on the blazing matches and put them out."
"I'll do it!" cried Uncle Wiggily, and he quickly did. The pulpit held
water as good as a milk pitcher could, and when the water splashed on
the fire that fire gave one hiss, like a goose, and went out.
"Oh, you certainly did me a favor, Mr. Pulpit-Jack," said Uncle
Wiggily. "Though the matches are burned, the bread and crackers are
saved, and I can get more matches.
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