Wind, please come and blow on me so I can shake Uncle
Wiggily's hat to him, and then I won't have to be gnawed down. Please
blow, Mr. Wind."
So the wind hurried back and blew the tree this way and that. Down
toppled Uncle Wiggily's hat, not in the least hurt, and so everything
was all right again, and Uncle Wiggily and Grandpa Goosey and Toodle
Flat-tail were happy. And the tree was extra glad as it did not have
to be gnawed down.
[Illustration: Down toppled Uncle Wiggily's hat, not in the least hurt.]
And if the little mouse doesn't go to sleep in the cat's cradle and
scare poor pussy so her tail swells up like a balloon, I'll tell you
next about Uncle Wiggily and the peppermint.
STORY VIII
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PEPPERMINT
"Uncle Wiggily, would you mind going to the store for me?" asked Nurse
Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, one morning, as she
came in from the kitchen of the hollow stump bungalow, where she had
been getting ready the breakfast for the rabbit gentleman.
"Go to the store? Why of course I'll go, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy," answered
the bunny uncle. "Which store?"
"The drug store."
"The drug store? What do you want; talcum powder or court plaster?"
"Neither one," answered Nurse Jane. "I want some peppermint."
"Peppermint candy?" Uncle Wiggily wanted to know.
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