"
"Couldn't you send them word by telephone?" inquired the pussy. "I'm sure
I would like to meet them, for I have heard so much about Sammie and
Susie Littletail, and Johnnie and Billie Bushytail."
"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 grass. "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 pussy.
"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
shell 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.
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