Oh, what
shall I do? Soon my birdies will be out of the shells."
"Never fear!" said Uncle Wiggily, bravely. "I will help you. I'll gather
the sticks for you."
"Oh, but you haven't time; you must be off seeking your fortune," answered
the wren.
"Oh, I guess my fortune can wait. It has been waiting for me a long time,
and it won't hurt to wait a bit longer. I'll get you the sticks," said the
rabbit gentleman.
So while Mrs. Wren sat over the eggs to keep them warm with her fluffy
feathers, Uncle Wiggily looked for sticks with which to make a new nest.
He couldn't find any short and small enough, so what do you think he did?
Why, he took some big sticks and he jumped a jiggily dance up and down on
them with his sharp paws, and broke them up as fine as toothpicks for the
nest. Then he arranged them as well as he could in a sort of hollow, like
a tea cup.
"Oh, if we only had some feathers now, we would be all right," said Mrs.
Wren. "It's a very good nest for a rabbit to make."
"Don't say a word!" cried some small voices on the ground. "We will
gather up the feathers for you." And there came marching up a lot of the
little ants that Uncle Wiggily had been kind to, and soon they had
gathered up all the scattered feathers. And the nest was made on a mossy
stump, and lined with the feathers, and the warm eggs were put in it by
Mrs.
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