That's a story about a giant
that I was thinking of, whereas I meant to tell you one about Uncle
Wiggily, and what happened to him.
It was the day after the wasp had nearly stung him, and the old gentleman
rabbit was traveling on alone, for the second cousin to Grandfather
Prickly Porcupine had to go home, and so he couldn't help Uncle Wiggily
hunt for his fortune any longer.
"Now take care of yourself," the porcupine had said to the rabbit, as they
bade each other good-by, "and don't let any wasps sting you."
"What should I do, in case I happened to be stung?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
"Put some mud on the place," said the porcupine. "Mud is good for stings."
"I will," said the rabbit, and then he hopped on with his valise and his
red-white-and-blue-striped-barber-pole crutch. Uncle Wiggily hoped he
would soon find his fortune, for he wanted to get back home and see Sammie
and Susie Littletail, and all the other animal friends. So he looked
around very carefully for any signs of gold. He also asked all the animals
and flowers whom he met if they could tell him where his fortune was.
"No," said a warty-spotted toad, "I can't tell you, but I should think you
would dig in the ground for gold."
So Uncle Wiggily dug in the dirt in many places, but no gold did he find.
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