So,
though the pine tree was to blame, in a way, for Uncle Wiggily's fall,
it also helped in the mending of his coat.
Soon the coat was almost as good as new and you could hardly tell where
it was torn. And Uncle Wiggily, kindly thanking the ants, went on to
Grandpa Goosey's party and had a fine time and also some ice cream.
And if the egg beater doesn't take all the raisins out of the rice
pudding, so it looks like a cup of custard going to the moving
pictures, the next story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the sycamore
tree.
STORY XXX
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SYCAMORE TREE
"Oh, Uncle Wiggily, I'm going to a party! I'm going to a party!" cried
Nannie Wagtail, the little goat girl, as she pranced up in front of the
hollow stump bungalow where Mr. Longears, the rabbit gentleman, lived
with Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper.
"Going to a party? Say, that's just fine!" said the bunny gentleman.
"I wish I were going to one."
"Why, you can come, too!" cried Nannie. "Jillie Longtail, the little
mouse girl, is giving the party, and I know she will be glad to have
you."
"Well, perhaps, I may stop in for a little while," said Mr. Longears,
with a smile that made his pink nose twinkle like the frosting on a
sponge cake. "But when is the party going to take place, Nannie?"
"Right away--I'm going there now; but I just stopped at your bungalow
to show you my new shoes that Uncle Butter, the circus poster goat,
bought for me.
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