"I don't like to be around the bungalow when
that is being done. I guess I'll get my breakfast and go for a walk.
Clothes have to be washed, I suppose," went on the rabbit gentleman,
"and when Nurse Jane has been ill I have washed them myself, but I do
not like it. I'll go off in the woods."
And so, having had his breakfast of carrot pudding, with turnip sauce
sprinkled over the top, Uncle Wiggily took his red, white and blue
striped rheumatism crutch, and hopped along.
The woods were getting more and more beautiful every day as the weather
grew warmer. The leaves on the trees were larger, and here and there,
down in the green moss, that was like a carpet on the ground, could be
seen wild flowers growing up.
"I wonder what sort of an adventure I will have today?" thought the
bunny uncle as he went on and on. "A nice one, I hope."
And, as he said this, Uncle Wiggily heard some voices speaking.
"Oh, dear!" exclaimed a sad little voice, "no one will ever see us
here! Of what use are we in the world? We are so small that we cannot
be noticed. We are not brightly colored, like the red rose, and all
that will happen to us will be that a cow will come along and eat us,
or step on us with her big foot."
"Hush! You musn't talk that way," said another voice. "You were put
here to grow, and do the best you know how.
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