"There is no telephone in these woods," replied Uncle Wiggily, "and we haven"t time to send them postcards. I wish I could get word to them, however, but I don"t s"pose I can."
"Yes, you can!" suddenly cried a voice down in the gra.s.s. "I"ll tell all your friends to come to the picnic if you like."
"Indeed, I would like it," said the rabbit, "but who are you, if I may be so bold as to ask? I can"t see you."
"There he is--it"s a big June bug!" exclaimed the p.u.s.s.y.
"I beg your pardon," spoke the bug quickly, as he crawled out from under a leaf and sat on a toadstool. "But I am not a June bug, if you please."
"You look like one," said Uncle Wiggily politely.
"I am a July bug," went on the funny little creature. "I was intended for a June bug, but there was some mistake made, and I didn"t come out of my sh.e.l.l until July. So you see I"m a July bug, and at first I thought it would be jolly fun, to hear all the firecrackers and skyrockets go off."
"It isn"t so much fun as you imagine," said Uncle Wiggily, as he thought of the time he went sailing into the air on the sky-cracker. "But don"t you like being a July bug?"
"Not very much. You see I"m the only one there is, and all the others are June bugs. The June bugs won"t speak to me, nor let me play with them, so I"m very lonesome. I heard you talking about a picnic you were going to have, and so I offered to call all your friends to it. I thought perhaps if I did that you would let me come to it also."
"To be sure!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "You may gladly come, but how are you going to send word to all of my friends?"
"I will fly through the air and tell them to come," was the answer. "I am a very swift flyer. Watch me," and then and there the July bug buzzed around so fast that Uncle Wiggily and the p.u.s.s.y couldn"t see his wings go flip-flop-flap.
Well, they decided it would be a good plan to have the July bug act as a postman, so Uncle Wiggily wrote out the invitations on little pieces of white birch bark, and gave them to the bug. Off he flew into the air waving one leg at Uncle Wiggily and the p.u.s.s.y.
"Well, now we must get ready for the picnic--get the things to eat--for that bug flies so fast that soon all my friends will be here," said the rabbit, so he and the p.u.s.s.y began to get the lunch ready.
Uncle Wiggily had some food in his valise, but they got more good things from a kind old monkey who lived in the woods. He used to work on a hand organ, but when he got old he bought him a nest in the woods with the pennies he had saved up, and he lived in peace and quietness, and played a mouth organ on Sundays.
Well, you will hardly believe me, but it"s true, no sooner had Uncle Wiggily and the p.u.s.s.y put up the lunch, wrapping some for each visitor in nice, green grape leaves, than the first ones of the picnic party began to arrive. They were d.i.c.kie and Nellie Chip-Chip, the sparrows, for they could fly through the air very quickly, and so they came on ahead.
"We got your invitation that the July bug left us, Uncle Wiggily, and we came at once," said d.i.c.kie.
"Where are the others?" asked the old gentleman rabbit.
"They are coming," answered Nellie, as she tied her tail ribbon over again, for the bow knot had become undone as she was flying through the air.
Well, in a little while along came hopping, Sammie and Susie Littletail, the rabbit children, and Billie and Johnnie Bushytail, the squirrel brothers, and Bully and Bawly the frogs, and Dottie and Munchie Trot, the ponies, and Lulu and Alice and Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck twins, and Buddy and Brighteyes Pigg, and oh, all the boy and girl animals I have ever told you about.
And oh! how glad they were to see Uncle Wiggily. He had to tell them all about his travels after his fortune before they would go off in the woods to the picnic. But at last they went, each one with a little leaf-package of lunch. The July bug came along, too, and he had a very little package of good things, because he was so small, you see, but it was enough.
They all sat down on the ground with flat stones for plates, and sticks for knives and forks, and they ate their picnic lunch there. Oh, they had the finest time, and it didn"t matter if some ants did get in the sugar.
Uncle Wiggily said they could have all they wanted of the sweet stuff.
And, when the picnic was almost over, there was a sudden noise in the bushes, and two bad foxes sprang out. One tried to grab Uncle Wiggily, and another made a dash for Lulu Wibblewobble.
"Oh dear!" cried Dottie Trot, without looking to see if her hair ribbon was on straight. "We shall all be eaten up!"
"No, you won"t!" cried the brave July bug. "I"ll fix those foxes!"
So that brave July bug just buzzed his wings as hard as he could, and straight at those foxes he flew, b.u.mping and banging them on their noses and in the eyes, so that they gave two separate and distinct howls, and ran away, taking their big tails with them.
So that is how the July bug saved everybody from being eaten up, and then the picnic was over and every one said it was lovely.
"Well, I"ll start on my travels again to-morrow," said Uncle Wiggily, as his friends told him good-by.
Now what happened to him the next day I"ll tell you very soon, for, in case I see a chipmunk with a blue tail and a red nose climbing up the clothes pole, the story will be about Uncle Wiggily and Jack-in-the-pulpit.
STORY VIII
UNCLE WIGGILY AND JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT
Uncle Wiggily was slowly hopping along through the woods, sometimes leaning on his crutch, when his rheumatism pained him, and again skipping along when he got out into the warm sunshine. It was the day after the picnic, and the old gentleman rabbit felt a bit lonesome as all his friends had gone back to their homes.
"I do declare!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, as he walked slowly along by a little lake, where an August rabbit was running his motor boat, "if I don"t find my fortune pretty soon I won"t have any vacation this year. I must look carefully to-day, and see if I can"t find a pot full of gold."
Well, he looked as carefully as he could, but my land sakes and a pair of white gloves! he couldn"t seem to find a smitch of gold and not so much as a crumb of diamonds.
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"Hum!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, "at this rate I guess I"ll have to keep on traveling for several years before I find my fortune. But never mind, I"m having a good time, anyhow. I"ll keep on searching."
So he kept on, and all of a sudden when he was walking past a p.r.i.c.kly briar bush, he heard a voice calling:
"Hey, Uncle Wiggily, come on in here."
"Ha! Who are you, and why do you want me to come in there?" asked the old gentleman rabbit.
"Oh, I am a friend of yours," was the answer, "and I will give you a lot of money if you come in here."
"Let me see your face," asked the rabbit, "I want to know who you are."
"Oh! I have a dreadful toothache," said the creature hiding in the bushes.
"I don"t want to stick my face out in the cold. But if you will take my word for it I am a good friend of yours. I would like very much for you to come in here."
"Well, perhaps I had better," said the old gentleman rabbit, "for I certainly need money."
And he was just going to crawl in under the p.r.i.c.kly briar bush when all of a sudden he happened to look, and he saw the skillery-scallery tail of the alligator accidentally sticking out. Yes, it was the alligator trying to fool dear old Uncle Wiggily.
"Oh, ho!" cried the wise old rabbit. "I guess I won"t go in there after all," so he hopped to one side and the alligator kept waiting for him to come in so he could eat him, but when the rabbit didn"t come in the savage creature with the skillery-scallery tail cried:
"Well, aren"t you coming in?"
"No, thank you," said the rabbit. "I have to go on to seek my fortune,"
and away he hopped. Well, that alligator was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and nearly broke them, and he crawled after Uncle Wiggily, but of course, he couldn"t catch him.