"
So Uncle Wiggily started off, leaving his valise with Mrs. Cat, but taking
his crutch with him, for he thought he might need it to beat off any bad
dogs if they chased after Snowball.
First the old gentleman rabbit looked carefully all along the road, but he
couldn't see anything of the lost pussy cat.
"Perhaps she may be up a tree," he said to himself. "If a dog chased her
she would climb up one, and perhaps she is afraid to come down."
So he looked up into all the trees, and he even shook some of them in
order to see up them better, but he did not discover the pussy cat. Then
he called:
"Snowball! Snowball! Snowball! Where are you?"
But there was no answer.
"Oh, if there was only some bird who could call 'Snowball' I would get
them to call for the lost pussy," thought Uncle Wiggily.
Then he looked up and he saw a big black bird sitting on a tree.
"Can you call 'Snowball' for me?" asked the rabbit, politely. "She is lost
and her mamma wants her very much. Just call 'Snowball' as loudly as you
can."
"I can't," said the big black bird. "All I can cry is 'Caw! Caw! Caw!' I
am a crow, you see."
"That is too bad," said the rabbit. "Then I will have to keep on searching
by myself," so he did, and the crow flew away to look for a cornfield that
had no scarecrow in it to frighten him.
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