For you remember, I
dare say, that the flower had promised to awaken Uncle Wiggily in case any
harm happened to come near him.
Hour after hour crept along, like a little mouse after a bit of cheese,
and still the rabbit slumbered, and still the bluebell nodded her drowsy
head, for she would not go to sleep while she was keeping watch.
"I think I will just take one little nap," said the flower to herself,
after a bit, "just shut my eyes for a little while." So she did so, and
then, all of a sudden, as quietly as a clock when it isn't ticking, there
came creeping and crawling through the woods, the bad scalery-tailery
alligator.
He was looking around sniffing, and snooping, and scuffing for something
to eat, and pretty soon he sniffed and snuffed until he came to where
Uncle Wiggily was fast asleep, dreaming that he had found his fortune. And
the worst part of it was that the bluebell flower also was sleeping, and
she couldn't tell the rabbit what was going to happen.
"Oh, I'll have a fine meal in about a minute," said the scalery-tailery
alligator as he smacked his big jaws. Then he shuffled up closer to Uncle
Wiggily, and was about to bite him when all of a sudden the nutmeg grater
tail of the scalery alligator accidentally hit against the bluebell
flower, and she awoke quickly.
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