"That is his trunk he is sticking out at me. I guess
he thinks I don't see him, and he is going to tickle me. I hope he has
those ice cream cones."
Well, the crawly, squirming, round thing, which was like the small end of
an elephant's trunk, kept coming closer and closer to the rabbit.
"Now, I'll play a trick on that elephant--I'll tickle his trunk for him,
and he'll think it's a mosquito!" said Uncle Wiggily to himself.
He was just about to do this, when suddenly the crawly thing made a sort
of jump toward him, and before the rabbit could move he found himself
grasped by a big, ugly snake, who wrapped himself around the rabbit just
as ladies wrap their fur around their necks in the winter. It wasn't the
elephant's trunk at all, but a bad snake.
"Now, I have you!" hissed the snake like a steam radiator in Uncle
Wiggily's left ear. "I'm going to squeeze you to death and then eat you,"
and he began to squeeze that poor rabbit just like the wash-lady squeezes
clothes in the wringer.
"Oh, my breath! You are crushing all the breath out of me!" cried Uncle
Wiggily. "Please let go of me!"
"No!" hissed the snake, and he squeezed harder than ever.
"Oh, this is the end of me!" gasped the rabbit, when all of a sudden he
heard a great crashing in the bushes.
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