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Garis, Howard R. (Howard Roger), 1873-1962

"Uncle Wiggily's Travels"

They sat on the low toadstools, and the higher ones they used
for tables, each one having a toadstool table for himself, just like in a
restaurant.
"Now, this is what I call real jolly," said the porcupine, as he ate his
third piece of hickory-nut pie with carrot sauce on it.
"Yes, it is real nice," said the rabbit. "After all, it isn't so bad to go
hunting for your fortune when you have company, but it's not so much fun
all alone."
Well, the two friends were just finishing their meal, and they were
getting ready to travel on, when, all at once, there was a terrible
crashing sound in the bushes, just as if some one was breaking them all to
pieces.
"My! What's that?" asked the porcupine, preparing to pull out some more of
his stickery-ickery quills.
"It sounds like the elephant," said the rabbit, as he looked around for a
safe place in which to hide in case it should happen to be the bear coming
after him.
"Oh, if it's the elephant, we don't have to worry. He is a friend of
ours," said the porcupine.
Well, the crashing in the bushes still kept up, and then before you could
tickle your pussy cat under the chin-chopper, there burst out of the
middle of a prickly briar bush a great big alligator--the same one who
once before had tried to catch Uncle Wiggily.


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