"It
is too soon for me to be going about without my hat. I'll need
something on my head while you are fixing my silk stovepipe, dear
Tailor Bird."
"Oh, that is easy," said the bird. "Just pick some of those thick,
green leafy ferns and make yourself a hat of them."
"The very thing!" cried Uncle Wiggily. Then he fastened some woodland
ferns together and easily made himself a hat that would keep off the
sun, if it would not keep off the rain. But then it wasn't raining.
"There you are, Uncle Wiggily!" called the tailor bird at last. "Your
silk hat is ready to wear again."
"Thank you," spoke the bunny uncle, as he laid aside the ferns, also
thanking them. "Now I am like myself again," and he hopped on through
the woods, wondering whether or not he was to have any more adventures
that day.
Mr. Longears had not gone on very much farther before he heard a
rustling in the bushes, and then a sad little voice said:
"Oh, dear! How sad! I don't believe I'll go to the party now! All
the others would make fun of me! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!"
"Ha! That sounds like trouble!" said the bunny uncle. "I must see
what it means."
He looked through the bushes and there, sitting on a log, he saw Lulu
Wibblewobble, the little duck girl, who was crying very hard, the tears
rolling down her yellow bill.
"Why, Lulu! What's the matter?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
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