And if the strawberry jam doesn't go to the moving pictures with the
bread and butter and forget to come home for supper, I'll tell you next
about Uncle Wiggily and the bee tree.
STORY XVI
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BEE TREE
"Well, you're off again, I see!" spoke Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the
muskrat lady housekeeper, one morning, as she saw Uncle Wiggily Longears,
the rabbit gentleman, starting away from his hollow stump bungalow. He
was limping on his red, white and blue striped barber pole rheumatism
crutch, that Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy had gnawed for him out of a cornstalk.
"Off again!" she cried.
"Yes, off again," said Uncle Wiggily. "I must have my adventure, you
know."
"I hope it will be a pleasant one today," went on Nurse Jane.
"So do I," said Uncle Wiggily, and away he went hopping over the fields
and through the woods. He had not gone very far before he heard a queer
buzzing sound, and a sort of splashing in the water and a tiny voice
cried:
"Help! Help! Save me! I am drowning!"
"My goodness me sakes alive and some horse radish lollypops!" cried the
bunny uncle. "Some one drowning? I don't see any water around here,
though I do hear some splashing. Who are you?" he cried. "And where are
you, so that I may save you?"
"Here I am, right down by your foot!" was the answer. "I am a honey bee,
and I have fallen into this Jack-in-the pulpit flower, which is full of
water.
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