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growling voice cry out:

"Hold on there a moment, Uncle Wiggily!"

"Why?" asked the rabbit.

"Because I want to see what you've got," was the answer. "Ah, I see ice
cream cones!" and with that a great, big, black bear jumped out of the
bushes, and stood right in front of Uncle Wiggily.

"Let me pass!" cried the rabbit, holding the ice cream cones so that the
bear couldn't get them.

"Indeed I will not!" cried the furry creature. "Ice cream cones, indeed!
If there is one thing that I'm fonder of than another, ice cream cones is
it! Let me taste one!"

Then before the rabbit could do anything, that bad bear took one ice cream
cone right away from him. And that bear did more than that, so he did. He
stuck his long, red tongue down inside the cone, and he licked out every
bit of cream, with one, long lick.

"My but that's good!" he cried, smacking his lips. "I guess I'll try the
second one," he said, and he dropped the empty cone, not eating it, mind
you, and he took the other full cone away from poor Uncle Wiggily before
the rabbit gentleman could stand on his head, or even wave his short tail.

"Oh, don't eat that cone. It belongs to Grandfather Goosey," cried the
rabbit, sadly-like.

"Too late!" cried the bear, in a growlery voice. "Here it goes!" and with
that he stuck his long, red tongue down inside the second cone, and with
one lick he licked all the ice cream out and threw the empty cone on the
ground.

"Now I feel good and hungry, and I guess I'll eat you," cried the bear. He
made a grab for the poor gentleman rabbit, and folded him tight in his
paws. But before that Uncle Wiggily had reached down and had picked up the
two empty ice cream cones.

"Oh, let me go!" cried Uncle Wiggily to the bear.

"Indeed I'll not!" shouted the savage creature. "I want you for supper."

Well, he was just going to eat Uncle Wiggily up, when that brave rabbit
just took the sharp points of those two empty ice cream cones, and he
stuck them in the bear's ticklish ribs, and Uncle Wiggily tickled the bear
so that the furry, savage creature sneezed out loud, and laughed so hard
that Uncle Wiggily easily slipped out of his paws, and hopped away before
he could be caught again.

So that's how the rabbit got safely away, and the empty ice cream cones
were of some use after all. But Uncle Wiggily wondered how he could get a
full one for Grandfather Goosey Gander, and how he did I'll tell you
pretty soon, when, in case a butterfly doesn't bite a hole in my straw
hat, the next story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the red ants.




STORY XXVII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE RED ANTS


When Uncle Wiggily got to where Grandfather Goosey Gander was waiting for
him, under the shady tree, the old gentleman duck jumped up and cried out:

"Oh, how glad I am to see you! I've just been wishing you would hurry back
with those ice cream cones. My! I never knew the weather to be so warm at
this time of the year. Oh, won't they taste most delicious - those cones!"

You see he didn't yet know what the bear had done - eaten all the ice cream
out of the cones, as I told you in the other story.

"Oh, dear!" cried the rabbit. "How sorry I am to have to disappoint you,
Grandfather, but there is no ice cream!"

"No ice cream!" cried the alligator - oh, dear me! I mean the duck. "No ice
cream?"

"Not a bit," said Uncle Wiggily, and then he told about what the savage
bear-creature had done, and also how he had used the cones to tickle him.

"Well, that's too bad," said Grandfather Goosey, "but here, I'll give you
money to buy more cones with," and he put his hand in his pocket, but lo
and behold! he had lost all his money.

"Never mind, perhaps _I_ have some pennies," said the rabbit; so he
looked, but, oh, dear me, suz-dud and the mustard pot! All of Uncle
Wiggily's money was gone, too.

"Well, I guess we can't get any ice cream cones this week," said the old
gentleman duck. "We'll have to drink water."

"Oh, no you won't," said a buzzing voice. "I'll get you each an ice cream
cone, because you have always been so kind - both of you." And with that
out from the bushes flew a big, sweet, honey bee, with a load of honey.

"Have you got any ice cream cones, Mr. Bee?" asked the rabbit.

"No, but I have sweet honey, and if I go down to the ice cream cone store,
and give the man some of my honey he'll give me three cones, and there'll
be one for you and one for me and - - "

"One for Sister Sallie!" interrupted Grandfather Goosey. "I wish she was
here now."

"She could have a cone if she was here," said the honey bee, "as I could
get four. But, as long as she is not, the extra cone will go to you,
Grandpa. Now, come on, and I'll take my honey to the ice-cream-cone-man."

So they went with him and on the way the bee sung a funny little song like
this:

"I buzz, buzz, buzz
All day long.
I make my honey
Good and strong.

I fly about
To every flower
And sometimes stay
'Most half an hour."

Uncle Wiggily didn't know whether or not the bee was really in earnest
about what he said, but, surely enough, when they got to the ice cream
store, the man took the bee's honey, and handed out four ice cream cones,
each larger than the first ones. Two were for the duck as he was so fond
of them.

"Oh, let's eat them here, so that if the bear meets us he can't take them
away," suggested Grandfather Goosey, and they did. Then the bee flew home
to his hive, and Uncle Wiggily and the old gentleman duck found a nice
place to sleep under a haystack.

In the morning Grandfather Goosey said he thought he had better go back
home, as he had traveled enough. He wanted the rabbit to come with him,
but Uncle Wiggily said:

"No, I have not yet found my fortune, and until I do I will keep on
traveling." So he kept on, and the duck went home.

Well, it was about two days after that when, along toward evening, as
Uncle Wiggily was walking down the road, he saw a real big house standing
beside a lake. Oh, it was a very big house, about as big as a mountain,
and the chimney on it was so tall as almost to reach the sky.

"Hum! I wonder who lives there?" said Uncle Wiggily. "Perhaps I can find
my fortune in that house."

"Oh, no; never go there!" cried a voice down on the ground, and, looking
toward his toes, Uncle Wiggily saw a little red ant.

"Ah, ha! Why shouldn't I go up to the big house, little red ant?" asked
the rabbit.

"Because a monstrous giant lives there," was the answer, "and he could eat
you up at one mouthful. So stay away."

"I guess I will," said the rabbit. "But I wonder where I can sleep
to-night. I guess I'll go - - "

"Oh, look out! Look out!" cried another red ant. "There is the giant
coming now."

Uncle Wiggily looked, and he saw something like a big tree moving, and
that was the giant. Then he felt the ground trembling as if a railroad
train was rumbling past, and he heard a noise like thunder, and that was
the giant walking and speaking:

"I smell rabbits! I smell rabbits!" cried the giant. "I must have them for
supper!" Then he came on straight to where Uncle Wiggily was, but he
hadn't yet seen him.

"Oh, what shall I do? What shall I do?" cried the bunny. "Let me hide
behind that stone." He made a jump for a rock, taking his valise and
crutch with him, but the first red ant said:

"It is no good hiding there, Uncle Wiggily, for the giant can see you."

"Oh, what shall I do?" he asked again, trembling with fear.

"I know!" cried the second little red ant. "Let's all bring grains of
sand, and cover Uncle Wiggily up, leaving just a little hole for his nose,
so he can breathe. Then the giant won't see him. It will be like down at
the seashore, when they cover people on the beach up with the sand."

"Oh, it will take many grains of sand to cover the rabbit," said the first
red ant, but still they were not discouraged. The first two ants called
their brothers and sisters, and aunts, and uncles, and papas, and mammas,
and cousins, and nephews, and forty-second granduncles. Soon there were
twenty-two million four hundred and sixty-seven thousand, eight hundred
and ninety-one ants, and a little baby ant, who counted as a half a one,
and he carried baby grains of dirt.

Then each big ant took up a grain of sand, and then they all hurried up,
and put them on Uncle Wiggily, who stretched out in the grass. Now all
those ants together could carry lots of sand, you see, and soon the rabbit
was completely buried from sight, all but the tip of his nose, so he could
breathe, and when the giant came rumbling, stumbling by, he couldn't see
the bunny, and so he didn't eat him. And, of course, the giant didn't eat
the ants, either for he didn't like them.

"Hum! I thought I smelled a rabbit, but I guess I was mistaken," said the
giant, grumbling and growling, as he tramped around.

And that's how Uncle Wiggily was saved, and pretty soon, if there isn't
any sand in my rice pudding, I'll tell you about Uncle Wiggily and the bad
giant.




STORY XXVIII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BAD GIANT


Do you remember about the giant, of whom I told you a little while ago,
and how he couldn't find Uncle Wiggily, because the rabbit was covered
with sand that the ants carried? Yes, I guess you do remember. Well, now
I'm going to tell you what that giant did.

At first he was real surprised, because he couldn't find the bunny-rabbit,
and he tramped around, making the ground shake with his heavy steps, and
growling in his rumbling voice until you would have thought that it was
thundering.

"My, my!" growled the giant. "To think that I can't have a rabbit supper
after all. Oh, I'm so hungry that I could eat fourteen thousand, seven
hundred and eighty-seven rabbits, and part of another one. But I guess
I'll have to take a barrel of milk and a wagon load of crackers for my
supper."

So that's what he did, and my how much he ate!

Well, after the giant had gone away, Uncle Wiggily crawled out from under
the sand, and he said to the ants:

"I guess I'd better not stay around here, for it is too dangerous. I'll
never find my fortune here, and if that giant were to see me he'd step on
me, and make me as flat as a sheet of paper. I'm going."

"But wait," said the biggest ant of all. "You know there are two giants
around here. One is a good one, and one is bad. Now if you go to the good
giant I'm sure he will help you find your fortune."

"I'll try it," said the rabbit. "Where does the good giant live?"

"Just up the hill, in that house where you see the flag," said the big
ant, as she ate two crumbs of bread and jam. "That's where the good giant
lives. You must go where you see the fluttering flag, and you may find
your fortune."

"I will," said Uncle Wiggily, "I'll go in the morning, the first thing
after breakfast."

So the next morning he started off. But in the night something had
happened and the rabbit didn't know a thing about it. After dark the bad
giant got up, and he went over, and took the flag from the pole in front
of the house of the good giant, and hoisted it up over his own house.

"I haven't any flag of my own," said the bad giant, "so I will take his."
For you see, the two giants lived not far apart. In fact they were
neighbors, but they were very different, one from the other, for one was
kind and the other was cruel.

So it happened, that when Uncle Wiggily started to go to the giant's house
he looked for the fluttering flag, and when he saw it on the bad giant's
house he didn't know any better, but he thought it was the home of the
good giant.

Well, the old gentleman rabbit walked on and on, having said good-by to
the ants, and pretty soon he was right close to the bad giant's house.
But, all the while, he thought it was the good giant's place - so don't
forget that.

"I wonder what sort of a fortune he'll give me," thought the rabbit. "I
hope I soon get rich, so I can stop traveling, for I am tired."

Well, as he came near the place where the bad giant lived he heard a voice
singing. And the song, which was sung in a deep, gruff, grumbling,
growling voice, went something like this:

"Oh, bing bang, bung!
Look out of the way for me.
For I'm so mad,
I feel so bad,
I could eat a hickory tree!

Oh, snip, snap, snoop!
Get off my big front stoop,
Or I'll tear my hair
In wild despair,
And burn you with hot soup!"

"My, that's a queer song for a good giant to sing," thought Uncle Wiggily.
"But perhaps he just sings that for fun. I'm sure I'll find him a jolly
enough fellow, when I get to know him."

Well, he went on a little farther, and pretty soon he came to the gate of
the castle where the bad giant lived. The rabbit looked about, and saw no
one there, so he kept right on, until, all of a sudden, he felt as if a
big balloon had swooped down out of the sky, and had lifted him up. Higher
and higher he went, until he found himself away up toward the roof of the
castle, and then he looked and he saw two big fingers, about as big as a
trolley car, holding him just as you would hold a bug.

"Oh, who has me?" cried Uncle Wiggily, very much frightened. "Let me go,
please. Who are you?"

"I am the bad giant," was the answer, "and if I let you go now you'd fall
to the ground and be killed. So I'll hold on to you."

"Are you the bad giant?" asked the rabbit. "Why, I thought I was coming
to the good giant's house. Oh, please let me go!"

"No, I'm going to keep you," said the giant. "I just took the good giant's
flag to fool you. Now, let me see, I think I'll just sprinkle sugar on you
and eat you all up - no, I'll use salt - no, I think pepper would be better;
I feel like pepper to-day."

So the bad giant started toward the cupboard to get the pepper caster, and
poor Uncle Wiggily thought it was all up with him.

"Oh, I wish I'd never thought of coming to see any giant, good or bad,"
the rabbit gentleman said. "Now good-by to all my friends!"

"Hum! Let me see," spoke the bad giant, standing still. "Pepper - no, I
think I'll put some mustard on you - no, I'll try ketchup - no, I mean
horseradish. Oh, dear, I can't seem to make up my mind what to flavor you
with," and he held Uncle Wiggily there in his fingers, away up about a
hundred feet high in the air, and wondered what he'd do with the old
gentleman rabbit.

And it's a good thing he didn't eat him right away, for that was the means
of saving Uncle Wiggily's life. Right after breakfast the good giant found
out that his bad neighbor had taken his flag, so he went and told the ants
all about it.

"Oh, then Uncle Wiggily must have been mixed up about the flag, and he has
gone to the wrong place, and he'll be eaten," said the big ant. "We must
save him. Come on, everybody!"

So all the ants hurried along together, and crawled to the castle of the
bad giant, and they got there just as he was putting some molasses on
Uncle Wiggily to eat him. And those ants crawled all over the giant, on
his legs and arms, and nose and ears and toes, and they tickled him so
that he squiggled and wiggled and squirreled and whirled, and finally he
let Uncle Wiggily fall on a feather bed, not hurting him a bit, and the
rabbit gentleman hopped safely away and the ants crawled with him far from
the castle of the bad giant.

So Uncle Wiggily was saved by the ants, and in case the trolley car
doesn't run over my stick of peppermint candy, and make it look like a
lolly-pop, I'll tell you soon about Uncle Wiggily and the good giant.




STORY XXIX

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE GOOD GIANT


Now what do you s'pose that bad giant had for supper the night after the
ants helped Uncle Wiggily get away? You'd never guess, so I'll tell you.
It was beans - just baked beans, and that giant was so disappointed, and
altogether so cut-up about not having rabbit stew, that he ate so many
beans, that I'm almost afraid to tell you just how many.

But if all the boys in your school were to take their bean shooters, and
shoot beans out of a bag for a million years, and Fourth of July also,
that giant could eat all of them, and more too - that is, if he could get
the beans after the boys shot them away.

"Well, I certainly must be more careful after this," said Uncle Wiggily to
the ants, as they crawled along down the hill with him, when he hopped
away from the bad giant's house.

"Oh, it wasn't your fault," said the second size big red ant, with black
and yellow stripes on his stockings. "That bad giant changed the flags,
and that's what fooled you. But I guess the good giant will have his flag
back by to-morrow, and then you can go to the right house. We'll go along
and show you, and you may get your fortune from him."

So, surely enough, the next day, the good giant went over and took his
flag away from the bad giant, and put it upon his own house.

"Now you'll be all right," said the pink ant, with purple spots on his
necktie. "You won't make any mistake now, Uncle Wiggily. I'm sure the good
giant will give you a good fortune."

"Yes, and he'll give you lots to eat," said the black ant with white rings
around his nose.

Well, Uncle Wiggily took his valise and his crutch and up toward the good
giant's house he went, with the ants crawling along in the sand to show
him the way.

Pretty soon they came to a big bridge, over a stream of water, and this
was the beginning of the place where the good giant lived.

"We'll all have to go back now," said the purple ant, with the green
patchwork squares on his checks. "If we crossed over the bridge we might
fall off and be drowned. We'll go back, but you go ahead, and we wish you
good luck, Uncle Wiggily."

"Indeed we do," said a white ant with gold buckles on her shoes.

Well, after a little while Uncle Wiggily found himself right inside the
good giant's house. And oh! what a big place it was. Why, even the door
mat was so big that it took the rabbit three hops to get to the top of it.
And that front door! I wish you could have seen it! It was as large as one
of your whole houses, and it was only a door, mind you.

"Hello! hello!" cried Uncle Wiggily, as he pounded with his crutch on the
floor. "Is any one at home?"

"But no one answered, and there wasn't a sound except the ticking of the
clock, and that made as much noise as a railroad train going over a
bridge, for the clock was a big as a church steeple.

"Hum! No one is home," said Uncle Wiggily. "I'll just sit down and make
myself comfortable." So he sat down on the floor by the table that was
away over his head, and waited for the giant to come back.

And, all of a sudden, the rabbit heard a noise like a steam engine going,
and he was quite surprised, until he happened to look up, and there stood
a pussy cat as big as a cow, and the cat was purring, which made the noise
like a steam engine.

"My, if that's the size of the cat, what must the giant be," thought the
rabbit. "I do hope he's good-natured when he comes home."

Well, pretty soon, in a little while, as Uncle Wiggily was sitting there,
listening to the big cat purr, he felt sleepy, and he was just going to
sleep, when he heard a gentle voice singing:

"Oh, see the blackbird, sitting in the tree,
Hear him singing, jolly as can be.
Now he'll whistle a pretty little tune,
Isn't it delicious in the month of June?

"Hear the bees a-buzzing, hour by hour,
Gathering the honey from every little flower.
The katydid is singing by his own front door,
Now I'll have to stop this song - I don't know any more."

"Well, whoever that is, he's a jolly chap," said the rabbit, and with that
who should come in but the giant himself.

"Ho! Ho! Whom have we here?" the giant asked, looking at Uncle Wiggily.
"What do you want, my little furry friend with the long ears? You must be
able to hear very well with them."

"I can hear pretty well," said the rabbit. "But I came to seek my
fortune."

"Fine," cried the good giant, for he it was. "I'll do all I can for you,"
and he laughed so long and hard that part of the ceiling and the gas
chandelier fell down, but the giant caught them in his strong hands, and
not even the pussy cat was hurt. Then the giant sung another song, like
the first, only different, and he fixed the broken ceiling, and said:

"Now for something to eat! Then we'll talk about your fortune. I'll get
you some carrots." So he went out, and pretty soon he came back, carrying
ten barrels of carrots in one hand and seventeen bushels of cabbage in the
other.

"Here's a little light lunch for you," he said to Uncle Wiggily. "Eat
this, and I'll get you some more, when we have a regular meal."

"Oh, why this is more than I could eat in a year," said the rabbit, "but I
thank you very much," so he nibbled at one carrot, while the good giant
ate fifteen thousand seven hundred and eight loaves of bread, and two
million bushels of jam. Then he felt better.

"So you want to find your fortune, eh?" the giant said to the rabbit.
"Well, now I'll help you all I can. How would you like to stay here and
work for me? You have good ears, and you could listen for burglars in the
night when I am asleep. Will you?"

"I think I will," said Uncle Wiggily. And he was just reaching for
another carrot, when suddenly from outside sounded a terrible racket.

"Where is he? Let me get at him! I want him right away - that rabbit I
mean!" cried a voice, and Uncle Wiggily jumped up in great fright, and
looked for some place to hide. The giant jumped up, too, and grabbed his
big club.

But don't be alarmed. Nothing bad is going to happen to our Uncle
Wiggily - in fact he is going to have lots of fun soon.

So if my motorboat doesn't turn upside down and spill out the pink
lemonade, I'll tell you in the next story about Uncle Wiggily and the
giant's little boy.




STORY XXX

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE GIANT'S BOY


Let me see, I believe I left off where Uncle Wiggily was in the house of
the good giant, and the old gentleman rabbit heard a terrible noise.
Didn't I?

"My goodness!" exclaimed the rabbit, jumping up so quickly that he upset
one of the giant's toothpicks, on which he had been sitting for a chair,
for the giant's toothpicks were as large as a big chestnut tree. "My
goodness!" cried Uncle Wiggily, "what in the world is that?"

"I guess it's my little boy coming home from school," said the good giant
as softly as he could, but, even then, his voice was like thunder. "He
must have heard that you were here."

"Will he hurt me? Does he love animals?" asked the rabbit, for he was
getting frightened. "Will your little boy be kind to me?"

"Oh, indeed he will!" cried the good giant. "I have taught him to love
animals, for you know he is so big and strong, even though I do call him
my _little_ boy, that it would be no trouble for him to take a bear or a
lion, and squeeze him in one hand so that the bear or lion would never
hurt any one any more. But, just because he is big and strong, though not
so big and strong as I am, I have taught my boy to be kind to the little
animals."

"Then I will have no fear," said Uncle Wiggily, winking his nose - I mean
his eyes - and just then the door of the giant's house opened and in came
his little boy.

Well, at first Uncle Wiggily was so frightened that he did not know what
to do. I wonder what you would say if you were suddenly to see a boy
almost as big as your house, or mine, walk into the parlor, and sit down
at the piano? Well, that's what the old gentleman rabbit saw.

"Ah, my little boy is home from school," said the giant, kindly. "Did you
have your lessons, my son?"

"Yes, father, I did," was the answer. "And I learned a new song. I'll sing
it for you."

So he began to play the piano with his little finger nail, and still, and
with all that, he made as much noise as a circus band of music can make on
a hot day in the tent. Oh, he played terribly loud, the giant's boy did,
and Uncle Wiggily had to put his paws over his ears, or he might have been
made deaf. Then the giant's little boy sang, and even when he hummed it
the noise was like a thunder storm, only different. Now, this is the boy
giant's song, and you will have to sing it with all your might, as hard as
you can, but not if the baby is asleep.

"I am a little fellow,
But soon I will grow big.
And then I'll sit beside the sea,
And in the white sand dig.

"I'll make a hole so very deep,
To China it will go.
And then I'll fill it up with shells
Wherein the wild waves blow."

And with that the giant's little boy banged so hard on the piano with his


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