That wolf gave a howl, and made one more grab for Uncle Wiggily, but he
only managed to catch hold of his coat tails in his teeth, and there the
wolf held on.
"Let go of Uncle Wiggily!" buzzed the bee.
"No I won't!" cried the wolf, most impolite-like.
"Then I'll sting you again!" cried the bee, and she did so, and the rabbit
gave a great pull, and he managed to pull himself away from the wolf. But,
alas! Uncle Wiggily's nice red coat was all tattered and torn.
"Oh, whatever shall I do?" cried Uncle Wiggily as the wolf ran away down
the hill and the rabbit looked at the torn and ripped coat. "I never can
go on seeking my fortune with a torn coat."
"I am sorry," said the bee, "but I can not help you. But if you see the
tailor bird she may mend your coat for you."
So the bee buzzed away and Uncle Wiggily went on looking for the tailor
bird. This is a bird that makes a nest by sewing leaves together with
grass for thread. And would you believe me, in a little while Uncle
Wiggily saw the very bird he wanted.
She was making a nest with her bill for a needle and some dried grass for
thread, and she was sewing the leaves together.
"Will you kindly mend my coat for me where the wolf tore it?" asked the
rabbit politely.
"Indeed I will," said the tailor bird.
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