Part 8 (2/2)
Then she felt like crying, but, in a little while she heard some one else coming along through the woods, and she called: ”Oh, please help me! Who is there?”
”I'm Sammie Littletail,” was the answer. ”Who are you?”
”I'm Brighteyes Pigg,” she replied. ”Help me, please!”
But her voice sounded so strange and hollow in the can, and just then the yeast cake came bouncing out, where there was a little s.p.a.ce near Brighteyes' neck and the tinfoil was all s.h.i.+ning so that Sammie thought some one was shooting square, silver bullets at him, and away he ran.
Then Brighteyes was going to give up in despair, and she thought she would never, never get out, and she wished she had never eaten the mola.s.ses, when, all of a sudden, she heard some one else coming along, and between her sobs she cried out:
”Oh, please, whoever you are, don't run away! Help me out of this can!
Who are you?”
”I am Alice Wibblewobble, the duck,” was the answer. ”Who are you?”
”I am Brighteyes Pigg,” said the little creature in the mola.s.ses can, and just then the bottle of blueing broke inside and the blue stuff ran out, trickling to one side.
”Oh, you must be the blue fairy!” cried Alice, and she took her strong bill and bent back the edges of the tin can so that Brighteyes could get out, which she soon did, and was not hurt in the least.
Of course Alice was surprised to see a guinea pig instead of a blue fairy, but she was glad she had saved Brighteyes, who had to go back to the store for another bottle of blueing. But the nutmeg and the yeast cake were all right.
Then Alice Wibblewobble poured the rest of the mola.s.ses out of the can into an empty acorn cup and Brighteyes took it home to Buddy, who liked it very much, and I almost wish I had some mola.s.ses candy; don't you?
Now, in the next story I'm going to tell you about Dr. Pigg and the firecracker; that is if the mosquitoes don't sing so loudly that they wake up the baby's rattle box.
STORY XII
DR. PIGG AND THE FIRECRACKER
Once upon a time it happened that, as Buddy Pigg was coming home from having played baseball with Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, and all his friends, he saw, lying beside the road, something long and round and red, with a little string dangling from it.
”Aha!” exclaimed Buddy Pigg; ”there is a stick of red candy? Oh, fine!
Oh, dandy! I'll take it home, and give Brighteyes some.”
That was because she had managed to bring him home some of the mola.s.ses that was in the can, in which the little girl guinea pig got stuck fast.
So Buddy picked up the long, round, red thing, with a string dangling from it, and took a big bite. That is, he tried to, but he found his teeth wouldn't go through it.
”Wow!” he cried. ”That isn't a stick of candy at all.”
And the funny part of it was that it wasn't a stick of candy. No, not in the least, I do a.s.sure you. What it was Buddy couldn't guess, though I suppose some of you children can.
Well, anyhow, he picked it up, and carried it in one paw, and his bat and catching glove in the other. And pretty soon whom should he meet hopping along but Bawly, the frog--Bully's brother, you know. And Bawly was singing away for dear life, this little song, which you will have to get some one to sing for you, as I am as hoa.r.s.e as two crows and a cricket. Well, anyhow, this is the song:
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