"Perhaps you can tell me where my fortune is?" he said to a tailor-bird
who was sewing some leaves together to make a nest.
"It might be up in the air," said the tailor-bird. "If I were you I should
hop up into the air and look for it."
Well, Uncle Wiggily hopped up, but you know how it is with rabbits.
They're not made to fly, and he couldn't stay up in the air long enough to
do any good, so he couldn't find any gold that way.
"Oh, dear! I guess I'll never find my fortune," said the rabbit
sadly-like. Then he saw a little blue flower, shaped just like a bell,
hanging on a stem over a small babbling brook of water.
"Ah, there is a bluebell!" said the rabbit. "Perhaps she knows where my
fortune is. I'll ask her, for flowers are very wise."
"No, I can't tell you where there is any gold," said the bluebell when
Uncle Wiggily had asked her most politely. "All I do is to swing backward
and forward here all day long, and I ring my bell and I am happy. I do not
need gold."
"I wish I didn't have to have it, but I do. I need it to make my fortune,
and then I can go home," said the rabbit.
"Very well," spoke the blue flower, as she rang her bell, oh so sweetly!
so that it seemed to the rabbit as if she played a song about the blue
skies, and birds singing and fountains spouting upward in the sun while
pretty blossoms grew all around.
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