Part 1 (1/2)

Uncle Wiggily and Old Mother Hubbard.

by Howard R. Garis.

CHAPTER I

UNCLE WIGGILY AND MOTHER GOOSE

There once lived in the woods an old rabbit gentleman named Uncle Wiggily Longears, and in the hollow-stump bungalow where he had his home there also lived Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, a muskrat lady housekeeper. Near Uncle Wiggily there were, in hollow trees, or in nests or in burrows under the ground, many animal friends of his--rabbits, squirrels, puppy dogs, p.u.s.s.y cats, frogs, ducks, chickens and others, so that Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane were never lonesome.

Often Sammie or Susie Littletail, a small boy and girl rabbit, would hop over to the hollow-stump bungalow, and call:

”Uncle Wiggily! Uncle Wiggily! Can't you come out and play with us?”

Then the old rabbit gentleman, who was as fond of fun as a kitten, would put on his tall silk hat, take his red, white and blue striped barber-pole rheumatism crutch, that Nurse Jane had gnawed for him out of a corn-stalk, and he would go out to play with the rabbit children, about whom I have told you in other books.

Or perhaps Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrel boys, might ask Uncle Wiggily to go after hickory nuts with them, or maybe Lulu, Alice or Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck children, would want their bunny uncle to see them go swimming.

So, altogether, Uncle Wiggily had a good time in his hollow-stump bungalow which was built in the woods. When he had nothing else to do Mr. Longears would go for a ride in his airs.h.i.+p. This was made of a clothes-basket, with toy circus balloons on it to make it rise up above the trees. Or Uncle Wiggily might take a trip in his automobile, which had big bologna sausages on the wheels for tires.

And whenever the rabbit gentleman wanted the automobile wheels to go around faster he sprinkled pepper on the sausages.

One day Uncle Wiggily said to Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy:

”I think I will go for a ride in my airs.h.i.+p. Is there anything I can bring from the store for you?”

”Why, you might bring a loaf of bread and a pound of sugar,”

answered the muskrat lady.

”Very good,” answered Uncle Wiggily, and then he took some soft cus.h.i.+ons out to put in the clothes-basket part of his airs.h.i.+p, so, in case the air popped out of the balloons, and he fell, he would land easy like, and soft.

Soon the rabbit gentleman was sailing off through the air, over the tree tops, his paws in nice, warm red mittens that Nurse Jane had knitted for him. For it was winter, you see, and Uncle Wiggily's paws would have been cold steering his airs.h.i.+p, by the baby carriage wheel which guided it, had it not been for the mittens.

It did not take the bunny uncle long to go to the store in his airs.h.i.+p, and soon, with the loaf of bread and pound of sugar under the seat, away he started for his hollow-stump bungalow again.

And, as he sailed on and over the tree tops, Uncle Wiggily looked far off, and he saw some black smoke rising in the air.

”Ha! That smoke seems to be near my hollow-stump bungalow,” he said to himself. ”I guess Nurse Jane is starting a fire in the kitchen stove to get dinner. I must hurry home.”

Uncle Wiggily made his airs.h.i.+p go faster, and then he saw, coming toward him, a big bird, with large wings.

”Why, that looks just like my old friend, Grandfather Goosey Gander,” Uncle Wiggily thought to himself. ”I wonder why he is flying so high? He hardly ever goes up so near the clouds.

”And he seems to have some one on his back,” spoke Uncle Wiggily out loud this time, sort of talking to the loaf of bread and the pound of sugar. ”A lady, too,” went on the bunny uncle. ”A lady with a tall hat on, something like mine, only hers comes to a point on top.

And she has a broom with her. I wonder who it can be?”

And when the big white bird came nearer to the airs.h.i.+p Uncle Wiggily saw that it was not Grandfather Goosey Gander at all, but another big gander, almost like his friend, whom he often went to see. And then the bunny uncle saw who it was on the bird's back.

”Why, it's Mother Goose!” cried Uncle Wiggily Longears. ”It's Mother Goose! She looks just like her pictures in the book, too.”

”Yes, I am Mother Goose,” said the lady who was riding on the back of the big, white gander.