"Ha! So that is how things are, eh?" cried the porcupine, as he jumped up.
"Well, I'll soon put a stop to that!"
So, before you could fan yourself with a feather, the porcupine took out
one of his stickers, and he stuck the wasp with it so hard that the bad
wasp was glad enough to fly away, taking his stinger with him.
"Now, it's your turn!" cried the porcupine to the fox, and with that he
threw a whole lot of his sharp quills at the fox, and that bad creature
ran away howling. And then Uncle Wiggily woke up and wanted to know what
it was all about, and what made the buzzing and howling noises.
"You had a narrow escape," said the porcupine as he told the rabbit about
the wasp and the fox.
"I guess I did," admitted Uncle Wiggily. "I'm much obliged to you. Now
let's have supper."
So they ate their supper, and that's all I can tell you for the present,
if you please. But, in case I see a little pig with a pink ribbon tied in
his curly tail, I'll make the next bedtime story, about Uncle Wiggily and
the bluebell.
STORY XXVI
UNCLE WIGGLY AND THE BLUEBELL
Well, I didn't see any little pig with a pink ribbon tied in his kinky,
curly tail, but I'll tell you a story just the same if you'd like to hear
it.
Once upon a time, a good many years ago, when--Oh, there I go again! I'm
always making mistakes like that, of late.
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