"Well, I guess I'll follow that big one," said the old gentleman rabbit,
as he picked out a nice, broad, large, shiny moon-beam. "That must have
gold at the end, and, if I find it, my fortune is made." So off he started
to follow the moon-beam to where it came to an end.
It seemed to go quite a distance through the dark woods, and Uncle Wiggily
traveled on for several hours, and he didn't seem to be any nearer the end
by that time than he was at first.
"My land, this is a very long beam," he exclaimed. "It is almost big
enough to make a church steeple from. But I'll keep on a little longer,
for I'm not a bit sleepy yet."
Well, all of a sudden, just as he was turning the corner around a big
stone, the rabbit gentleman heard a funny noise.
It wasn't like any one crying, yet it sounded as if some one was in
trouble, for the voice said:
"Oh, dear! I'll never get it big enough, I know I can't! I've combed it
and brushed it, and done it up in curl papers to make it fluffy, but still
it isn't like theirs. What shall I do?"
"Hum, I wonder who that can be?" thought Uncle Wiggily. "Perhaps it is
some little lost child; but no children would be out in the woods at
night. I'll take a look."
So he hopped softly over, and peered around the edge of the stone, and
what do you think he saw?
Why, there was a nice, little, red squirrel-girl, and she had a comb and a
brush, and little looking-glass.
Pages:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25