Then Uncle Wiggily got up one morning,
dressed himself very carefully, combed out his whiskers, and said:
"Well, I'm off again to seek my fortune."
"It's too bad you can't seem able to find it," said the second cousin to
Grandfather Prickly Porcupine, "but perhaps you will have good luck
to-day. Only you want to be very careful."
"Why?" asked the old gentleman rabbit.
"Well, because you know it will soon be the Fourth of July, and some boys
may tie a firecracker or a skyrocket to your tail," said the porcupine.
"Ha! Ha!" laughed Uncle Wiggily. "They will have a hard time doing that,
for my tail is so short that the boys would burn their fingers if they
tried to tie a firecracker to it."
"Then look out that they don't fasten a skyrocket to your long ears," said
the second cousin to Grandfather Prickly Porcupine, as he wrapped up some
lettuce and carrot sandwiches for Uncle Wiggily to take with him.
The old gentleman rabbit said he would watch out, and away he started,
going up hill and down hill with his barber-pole crutch as easily as if he
was being wheeled in a baby carriage.
"Well, I don't seem to find any fortune," he said to himself as he walked
along, and, just as he said that he saw something sparkling in the grass
beside the path in the woods.
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