Just
remember that. Tickle him, or do anything to
get him to laugh. But this bear wouldn't even
smile. He just growled again and said:
"Well, here I come, Uncle Wiggily, to hug you!"
"Oh, no you don't!" all of a sudden cried a
voice in the air.
"Ha! Who says I don't?" grumbled the bear, impolite like.
"I do," went on the voice. And the bear saw
some trees waving their branches at him.
"Pooh! I'm not afraid of you!" growled
the bear, and he made a rush for the bunny.
"I'm not afraid of trees."
"Not afraid of us, eh? Well, you'd better
be!" said the mother tree. "I'm a strong horse
chestnut and these are my strong little ponies.
Come on, children, we won't let the bear get
Uncle Wiggily." Then the strong horse chestnut
tree and the pony trees reached down with
their powerful branches and, catching hold of
the bear, they tossed him up in the air, far away
over in the woods, at the same time pelting him
with green, prickly horse chestnuts, and the
bear came down ker-bunko in a bramble brier bush.
"Oh, wow!" cried the bear, as he felt his soft
and tender nose being scratched. "I'll be good!
I'll be good!"
And he was, for a little while, anyhow. So
this shows you how a horse chestnut tree saved
the bunny gentleman, and if the postman
doesn't stick a stamp on our cat's nose so it can't
eat molasses cake when it goes to the puppy
dog's party, I'll tell you next about Uncle
Wiggily and the pine tree.
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