"This surely is a gold stone. I
will break off some pieces of it and take them home, and then I will have
my fortune."
So, taking his crutch, Uncle Wiggily tried to break off pieces of the
glittering stone. But, my goodness me, sakes alive and a chocolate ice
cream cone! that stone was very hard, and try as he did, Uncle Wiggily
couldn't break off a piece even as big as baby's tiny pink toe.
"I'll just sing a little song, and then, perhaps, I can get some of the
gold," he said. So he sang this song, which goes to the tune
"Tiddily-um-tum-tum:"
"My fortune I've found,
On top of the ground,
I'm lucky as lucky can be.
But really this stone,
Is hard as a bone,
I wish that some one would help me."
After singing, Uncle Wiggily hammered away at the stone with his crutch
again, but the song did no good. And then, all at once, before you could
shake your finger at a pink pussy cat, out from behind the glittering
stone there jumped the savage wushky-woshky, which is a very curious beast
with two tails and three heads and only one crinkly leg, so that it has to
go hippity-hop, or else fall down ker thump!
"What are you doing to my stone?" cried the wushky-woshky.
"Oh, excuse me," said Uncle Wiggily politely. "I didn't know it was your
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