He tried and tried, but he could not right himself.
"Oh, that is too bad!" cried Uncle Wiggily, when he saw what had
happened. "I must help him to get right-side up again," which he did.
"Oh, thank you for putting me on my legs once more, Uncle Wiggily,"
said the mud turtle. "I would like to do you a favor for helping me,
but all I have to give you are these," and in one claw he picked some
green stalks growing near him, and handed them to the bunny uncle,
afterward crawling away.
"Pooh! Those are no good!" cried Billie, the boy squirrel.
"I should say not!" laughed Johnnie, "They are only green rushes that
grow all about in the woods, and we could give Uncle Wiggily all he
wanted."
"Hush, boys! Don't talk that way," said the bunny uncle. "The mud
turtle tried to do the best he could for me, and I am sure the green
rushes are very nice. I'll take them with me. I may find use for
them."
Billie and Johnnie wanted to laugh, for they thought green rushes were
of no use at all. But Uncle Wiggily said to the squirrel boys:
"Billie and Johnnie, though green rushes, which grow in the woods and
swamps are very common, still they are a wonderful plant. See how
smooth they are when you rub them up and down. But if you rub them
sideways they are as rough as a stiff brush or a nutmeg grater."
Well, Billie and Johnnie thought more of the rushes after that, but, as
they walked on with Uncle Wiggily, when he had put them in his pocket,
they could think of no way in which he could use them.
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