"I did not
know there was snow or ice on that hill."
And when he looked there was not, but it was covered with long, thin
pine needles, which are almost as slippery as glass. It was on these
that the rabbit gentleman had slipped down hill.
"Well, there is no great harm done," said Uncle Wiggily to himself, as
he found no bones broken. "I had a little slide, that's all. I must
bring Sammie and Susie Littletail here some day, and let them slide on
pine needle hill. Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the two squirrels,
would also like it, and so would Nannie and Billie Wagtail, my two goat
friends."
Uncle Wiggily was about to go on to the party when, as he looked at his
new coat he saw that it was all torn. In sliding down the slippery
pine needle hill the coat had caught on sticks and stones and it had
many holes torn in it, and it was also ripped here and there.
"Oh, dear me!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "Oh, sorrow! Oh, unhappiness!
Now I'll have to go back to my hollow stump bungalow and put on my old
coat that isn't torn. For I never can wear my new one to the party.
That would never do! But the trouble is, if I go back home I'll be
late! Oh, dear, what trouble I am in!"
Now was the time for some of Uncle Wiggily's friends to help him in his
trouble, as he had often helped them. But, as he looked through the
woods, he could not see even a little mouse, or so much as a
grasshopper.
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