"I think I had better start off on my travels again," said the old
gentleman rabbit after breakfast. "There must be a fortune for me
somewhere if I can only find it. So I'll trot along."
"I'll go with you," said the kind elephant. "Perhaps you might see your
fortune in the top of a tall tree, and then you couldn't get it. But I
would pull the tree down for you."
"That would be fine!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I'll be glad to have you
travel with me."
So they said good-by to the monkey, and off they started together, the
rabbit and the elephant. They talked of many things, about how hot it
was, and whether there would be rain soon, and about how much ice cream
cones cost, and sometimes what a little bit of ice cream the man puts in
the cones when he is in a hurry.
"Speaking of ice cream cones," said the elephant, "makes me hungry for
some. I wish I had one."
"I wish I had one also," spoke Uncle Wiggily. "You would have to have a
very large one, though, Mr. Elephant, but a small one would do for me."
"Don't say another word," cried the elephant as he waved his trunk in the
air. "I'm going right off and get us some ice cream cones. I know where
there's a store. You hop along slowly and I'll catch up to you."
So the elephant went off to the ice cream cone store, and Uncle Wiggily,
with his valise and the barber pole crutch, hopped on through the woods,
looking about to see if his fortune was up in any of the trees, but it
wasn't there yet.
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