And, before he knew it, dear old Uncle Wiggily was
fast, fast asleep, and he snored the least little bit, but please don't
tell any one about it.
Then pretty soon the porcupine was asleep too, only he didn't snore any,
though I'm not allowed to tell you why just now. I may later, however.
Well, in a little while, something is going to happen. In fact, it's now
time for it to begin. Yes, here comes the stingery wasp. Listen, and you
can hear him buzz.
"Buzz! Buzz! Bizzy-buzzy-buzzy!" went the stingery wasp, as he flew over
the place where the rabbit and porcupine were sleeping. And the wasp
flitted and flapped his bluish wings and lifted up the sharp end of his
body where be carries his stingery-sting.
"Ah, ha! I see something to sting!" thought the wasp. "Now, I wonder which
one I shall sting first? I think I will try the porcupine, and then I will
sting the rabbit." Oh, but he was a bad wasp, though; wasn't he, eh?
Well, he was all ready to sting the porcupine, when suddenly the wasp
heard a voice calling to him from the bushes.
"Don't sting the porcupine, Mr. Wasp, sting the rabbit," said the rasping
voice.
"Why should I do that?" asked the wasp, as he looked to see if his sting
needed sharpening.
"Oh, because if you sting the porcupine you might get stuck with his
stickery-stockery quills," said the voice.
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