"
"I'll not," promised the rabbit. "I'll wait right here for you."
Off the elephant started to get the ice cream cones and pretty soon he
came to the store where the man sold them.
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"I want two of your very coldest cones," said the elephant to the man, for
sometimes, in stories, you know, elephants can talk to people. "I want a
big strawberry cone for myself," the elephant went on, "and a smaller
one for my friend, Uncle Wiggily, the rabbit."
"Very well," said the man, "but you will have to wait until I make a large
cone for you."
So that man took seventeen thousand, six hundred and eighty-seven little
cones and made them into one big one for the elephant. Then he took
eighteen thousand, two hundred and ninety-one quarts of strawberry ice
cream, and an extra pint, and put it into the big cone. Then he made a
rabbit-sized ice cream cone for Uncle Wiggily and gave them both to the
elephant, who carried them in his trunk so they wouldn't melt.
But I must tell you what was happening to Uncle Wiggily all this while. As
he sat there in the shade of the apple tree, thinking, about his fortune
and whether he would ever find it, all of a sudden he saw something round
and squirming sticking itself toward him through the bushes.
"Ha! the elephant has come back so quietly that I didn't hear him,"
thought the rabbit.
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