Please get me out!"
"To be sure I will!" cried Mr. Longears, and then, stooping down he
carefully lifted the poor bee out of the water in the Jack-in-the-pulpit.
The Jack is a plant that looks like a little pitcher and it holds water.
In the middle is a green stem, that is called Jack, because he looks like
a minister preaching in the pulpit. The Jack happened to be out when the
bee fell in the water that had rained in the plant-pitcher, or Jack
himself would have saved the honey chap. But Uncle Wiggily did it just
as well.
"Oh, thank you so much for not letting me drown," said the bee, as she
dried her wings in the sun on a big green leaf. "I was on my way to the
hive tree with a load of honey when I stopped for a drink. But I leaned
over too far and fell in. I can not thank you enough!"
"Oh, once is enough!" cried Uncle Wiggily in his most jolly voice. "But
did I understand you to say you lived in a hive-tree?"
"Yes, a lot of us bees have our hive in a hollow tree in the woods, not
far away. It is there we store the honey we gather from Summer flowers,
so we will have something to eat in the Winter when there are no
blossoms. Would you like to see the bee tree?"
"Indeed, I would," Uncle Wiggily said.
"Follow me, then," buzzed the bee. "I will fly on ahead, very slowly,
and you can follow me through the woods.
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