"Go on, Uncle Wiggily, but if you don't
find your fortune come back here, and I will sing you to sleep," she
added.
"I will," spoke the rabbit, as he hopped away.
Well, pretty soon, not so very long, as he was walking on a path through
the woods, Uncle Wiggily heard a voice speaking.
"I can tell you where to find your fortune," said the voice. "I know where
there is a big pile of yellow stones, and I think they are gold. Follow me
and I will show you."
"But who are you?" asked the rabbit, for he could see no one. "You may be
the alligator for all I know."
"Oh, I'm not the alligator," was the answer. "I am a friend of yours, and
I like you very much," and the unseen one smacked his lips. "But I can't
come out and let you see me, for I dare not go out in the sun as I am
afraid of getting too hot," the voice answered, "so I will just creep
along through the bushes and I will wiggle my tail, and you can see it
moving in the grass, and you can follow that without seeing me, and I will
lead you to the pile of yellow stones."
"Very well," answered the rabbit, "though I would much rather see you. But
go ahead and I'll follow, for I must find my fortune."
So the old gentleman rabbit saw the grass wiggling and he followed that,
and he kept thinking of how rich he would soon be, and how many nice
things he would buy for Sammie and Susie Littletail.
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