It makes me giggle! Ouch! Oh,
dear!"
And then he laughed so hard that he dropped the top and turned a
somersault, and away he ran through the woods, leaving Billie and Uncle
Wiggily safe there alone.
"We came out of that very well," said the bunny uncle as the bear ran
far away.
"Yes, indeed, and here is your top," spoke Billie, picking it up off
the ground where the bear had dropped it.
"My top? No that's yours," said the bunny gentleman. "I meant it for
you all the while."
"Oh, did you? Thank you so much!" cried happy Billie, and then he ran
off to spin his red top, while Mr. Longears went back to his bungalow.
And if the sofa pillow doesn't leak its feathers all over, and make the
room look like a bird's nest at a moving picture picnic, I'll tell you
in the next story about Uncle Wiggily and the sunbeam.
STORY XXIII
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SUNBEAM
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice rabbit gentleman, was walking along in
the woods one day, sort of hopping and leaning on his red, white and
blue striped rheumatism crutch, and he was wondering whether or not he
would have an adventure, when, all at once, he heard a little voice
crying:
"Oh, dear! I never can get up! I never can get up! Oh, dear!"
"Ha! that sounds like some one who can't get out of bed," exclaimed the
bunny uncle.
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