There were dog doctors and horse doctors and cat doctors and even
doctors for boys and girls, but none for the elephant.
"Oh, what shall I do?" thought the rabbit. "My poor, dear elephant may
die."
Just then he heard some one singing in the woods like this:
"Peanuts, they are good to eat,
Mine are most especially neat,
I am going to make them hot
So that you will eat a lot."
"Oh, are you an elephant doctor?" cried Uncle Wiggily.
"No, I am a hot-peanut-man," said the voice, and then the peanut roaster
began to whistle like a tea-kettle. "But, perhaps I can cure a sick
elephant," said the peanut man. So he and Uncle Wiggily hurried off
through the woods to where the elephant was groaning, and, would you
believe it? as soon as the big chap heard the whistle of the hot-peanut
wagon and smelled the nuts roasting he got well all of a sudden and he ate
a bushel of the nuts and Uncle Wiggily had some also. So that's how the
elephant got well, and he and the rabbit traveled on the next day.
They had quite an adventure, too, as I shall have the pleasure of telling
you in the next story which will be about Uncle Wiggily and the crawly
snake--that is if the baby doesn't drop his bread and butter down the
stovepipe and make the rice pudding laugh.
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