"
So the two friends went on together. They traveled over hills and down
dales, and once they met a lame rabbit, who had the epizootic very bad.
Uncle Wiggily showed him how to make a crutch out of a cornstalk, just as
Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, the muskrat, had done, and the lame rabbit made
himself one and was much obliged.
Then, a little later they met a duck with only one good leg, and the
other one was made of wood, and this duck wanted to get over a fence but
she couldn't, on account of her wooden leg.
"Pray, how did you lose your leg?" asked Uncle Wiggily, as he and the
porcupine kindly helped her over the rails.
"Oh, a bad rat bit it off," said the duck. "I was asleep in the pond one
morning and before I knew it a rat swam up under water, and nipped off my
leg."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," said the rabbit. "I'll tell Alice and Lulu and Jimmie
Wibblewobble, my duck friends, to be careful of bad rats in their pond."
"That's a good idea," spoke the duck with the wooden leg, and then she
said good-by and waddled away.
After that Uncle Wiggily and the porcupine traveled on some more, and, as
it got to be very warm they thought they would lie down in a shady place
and take a little sleep.
Well, they picked out a nice place under a clump of ferns, that leaned
over a little babbling brook, and touched the tips of their green leaves
into the cool water.
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