Then the busy bug flew back home and she kept busy up to nine o'clock,
making beds and dusting the crumbs off the mantelpiece and picking up
grains of sand off the floor. Then she went to sleep.
Well, along in the middle of the night Uncle Wiggily was awakened by
hearing some one talking under his window. He looked out, and there were
two savage old owls.
"Now, we'll fly right in through her window," said one owl, "and we'll eat
her all up, and then we'll tear her house down."
And, would you believe it, they started right toward the house of the poor
busy lady bug, who was fast asleep.
"Ha! This must never be!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I must save her. How can I
do it?" So he looked around, and he saw a broom, which the busy bug had
left behind when she finished sweeping. "That will do!" cried the rabbit.
He took it in his paws and, leaning out of the window, he held it just as
if it was a gun, and cried:
"Now, you bad owls, fly away or I'll shoot all your feathers off! Fly away
and don't you harm my friend, the busy lady bug!"
Well, sir, those owls were so frightened, thinking that Uncle Wiggily was
going to shoot them with the broom-gun (only, of course, they didn't know
it was only a broom), and, would you believe it, they were terribly afraid
and they flew off into the dark woods, and so didn't eat up the busy bug
after all, and she slept in peace and quietness, never even waking up, she
was so tired after being busy all day.
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