"Oh, are you hurt?" suddenly cried a voice, as Uncle Wiggily took some
dirt out of his left ear. "If you are I can give you something to put on
your cuts," and out from under a big leaf came a beautiful butterfly.
"What can you put on my cuts?" asked the rabbit.
"Oh, I can get some sticky gum from a tree or a flower and spread it on a
leaf and make some court plaster," spoke the butterfly. "It will cure a
cut very quickly."
"Thank you very much," said Uncle Wiggily, "but very luckily I haven't any
cuts. I'm all right, I guess, but because you are so kind to me here is
just a drop of honey that I found in the bottom of my satchel. The bee
gave it to me." So he handed to the kind butterfly a little honey he had
left. The butterfly was very glad to get it, and fluttered away, jumping
from one flower to another as easily as a boy can spin his top.
Then the old gentleman rabbit traveled on, and pretty soon, when it was
just about time for dinner, he came to a beautiful place in the woods. The
trees were nice and green and shady, and there was a little brook that was
bubbling and babbling over the mossy stones and then all at once Uncle
Wiggily heard the queerest music he had ever heard. It was like
forty-'leven bands all playing in the park at once.
"My, I must be near a big picnic!" cried the rabbit.
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