Then he ate his lunch.
"I guess it doesn't much matter if I am lost," said the traveling
fortune-hunting rabbit a little later. "I'll go on and perhaps I may meet
with an adventure." So on he hopped, and pretty soon he came to a place
where the leaves and the dirt were all torn up, just as if some boys had
been playing a baseball game, or leap-frog, or something like that.
"My, I must look out that I don't tumble down any holes here," thought
Uncle Wiggily, "for maybe some bad men have been setting traps to catch us
rabbits."
Well, he turned to one side, to get out of the way of some sharp thorns,
and, my goodness! if there weren't more sharp thorns on the ground on the
other side of the path. "I guess I'll have to keep straight ahead!"
thought our Uncle Wiggily. "I never saw so many thorns before in all my
life. I'll have to look out or I'll be stuck."
So he kept straight on, and all of a sudden he felt himself going down
into a big hole.
"Oh! Oh dear! Oh me! Oh my!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I've fallen into a
trap! That's what those thorns were for--so I would have to walk toward
the trap instead of going to one side."
But, very luckily for Uncle Wiggily, his crutch happened to catch across
the hole, and so he didn't go all the way down, but hung on.
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