"Now it's time to go home," said Uncle Wiggily. So he locked the
school, putting the key under the doormat, where the lady mouse could
find it in the morning, and, with the Bushytail squirrel boys, he
started off through the woods.
"You and Billie can go back to your play, now, Johnnie," said the bunny
uncle. "It was good of you to leave it to come back to do what you
were told."
The three animal friends hopped and scrambled on together, until, all
of a sudden, the bad old fox, who so often had made trouble for Uncle
Wiggily, jumped out from behind a bush, crying:
"Ah, ha! Now I have you, Mr. Longears--and two squirrels besides.
Good luck!"
"Bad luck!" whispered Billie.
The fox made a grab for the rabbit gentleman, but, all of a sudden, the
paw of the bad creature slipped in some mud and down he went, head
first, into a puddle of water, coughing and sneezing.
"Come on, Uncle Wiggily!" quickly cried Billie and Johnnie. "This is
our chance. We'll run away before the fox gets the water out of his
eyes. He can't see us now."
So away ran the rabbit gentleman and the squirrel boys, but soon the
fox had dried his eyes on his big brush of a tail, and on he came after
them.
"Oh, I'll get you! I'll get you!" he cried, running very fast. But
Uncle Wiggily and Billie and Johnnie ran fast, too. The fox was coming
closer, however, and Billie, looking back, said:
"Oh, I know what let's do, Uncle Wiggily.
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