"And I don't mind so much about the cent, either," thought the rabbit, as
he remembered the one that belonged to the chipmunk. "After all a cent is
not so much, and I need more than that for my fortune. Ha! Ha! Ho! Ho!"
He just had to laugh, you see, when he thought of the jolly cricket. So he
traveled on and on, over hill and dale, until one evening, just as the sun
was going down behind the clouds, all red and golden and violet colored,
he saw a little house built of green leaves.
"Ha!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "That is a very fine house. I wish I had
one like it in which to stay to-night. But it's too small for me. I guess
I'll have to keep on and look for a haystack under which to crawl."
Well, just as he said that, all of a sudden there was a little rustling,
scratching noise, and a bug came to the door of the queer little green
leaf house. The bug had a broom and she began sweeping off the front porch
and then she knocked the dirt out of the doormat, and then she swept some
cobwebs off the shutters and then she hurried out and swept off the
sidewalk, all so quickly that you could scarcely see her move.
"My, but she is a fast worker," said Uncle Wiggily. "She is almost as
quick as Jennie Chipmunk."
"I have to be!" exclaimed the bug, for the old gentleman rabbit had spoken
out loud without thinking, and the bug had heard him.
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