Oh, such a
sweet-toned silvery bell. "Ding-dong! Ding-dong!" it went, sounding very
clearly through the woods. Then the bell seemed to say:
"Come this way, Uncle Wiggily, come this way. Ding-dong!"
"Oh, that's the bluebell flower!" cried the rabbit. "How glad I am. Now I
can follow the ringing sound and get to a nice place to stay for the
night."
So he listened carefully, and the blue flower rang her tinkling bell
louder than ever, and the rabbit could tell by the sound of it just which
way to go, and pretty soon he was out of the woods and right beside the
flower that was swinging to and fro in the wind, just like a bell in a
church steeple.
"Oh, I'm go glad I could ring and tell you the way back here," said the
bluebell. "Now lie down and sleep, and if there is any danger I will
tinkle my bell and awaken you."
So Uncle Wiggily stretched out on some soft moss, and went to sleep. And
there was some danger for him, as I shall tell you very soon, when, in
case the rocking chair on the front porch doesn't go swimming in the
molasses barrel, the next story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the
Wibblewobble children.
STORY XXVII
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WIBBLEWOBBLES
Uncle Wiggily, the nice old gentleman rabbit, was sleeping on the soft
moss under a clump of ferns, and over his head the bluebell flower was
nodding in the night breeze, keeping watch for danger.
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