Later on I will tap holes in the bark
to get at bugs and worms, when there is no more sap for me to eat."
And the woodpecker went on tapping, tapping, tapping.
"My! That is a funny way to get something to eat," said the bunny
gentleman to himself. He watched the bird until it flew away, and then
Uncle Wiggily was about to hop on to Grandpa Goosey's house when, all
of a sudden, before he could run away, out popped the bad old bear once
more.
"Ah, ha! We meet again, I see," growled the bear. "I was not looking
for you, Mr. Longears, but all the same I am glad to meet you, for I
want to eat you."
"Well," said Uncle Wiggily, sort of scratching his pink, twinkling nose
with his ear, surprised like. "I can't exactly say I'm glad to see
you, good Mr. Bear."
"No, I s'pose not," agreed the fuzzy creature. "But you are mistaken.
I am the Bad Mr. Bear, not the Good."
"Oh, excuse me," said Uncle Wiggily. All the while he knew the bear
was bad, but he hoped by calling him good, to make him so.
"I'm very bad!" growled the bear, "and I'm going to take you off to my
den with me. Come along!"
"Oh, I don't want to," said the bunny uncle, shivering his tail.
"But you must!" growled the bear. "Come on, now!"
"Oh, dear!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "Will you let me go if I give you
what's in my basket?" he asked, and he held up the basket with the nice
orange apple turnover in it.
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