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And after awhile, when it was pretty nearly all gone, who should come limping along but Uncle Wiggily Longears. "Well, well," he said, just like that. "What have we here?" Then Sammie told him how the good stuff had been left out by Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy. "My goodness me!" exclaimed the old rabbit, leaning on his cornstalk crutch, "how very odd."
The wildebeeste, in fact, is like Kipling's Fuzzy-Wuzzy "'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead"; and my friend Rawson about this time had an experience very similar to mine, but attended with more serious results.
Besides looking after them, Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy used to sweep the burrow, make up the beds of leaves and grass, and go to market to get bits of carrots, turnips or cabbage, which last Sammie and Susie liked better than ice cream. Uncle Wiggily Longears was an elderly rabbit, who had the rheumatism, and he could not do much.
Well, Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy made a raft of cornstalks, and on this the whole rabbit family floated out of the burrow. Bully, the frog, who was a playmate of Sammie's, helped them. They had to go right out into the rain, and it was not very pleasant. "Whatever are we going to do?" asked Mamma Littletail, but she did not scold Sammie for digging the tunnel and making all the trouble.
Their mamma had a headache, and had gone to lie down in a dark room, and Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy had put a mustard leaf on the back of Mamma Littletail's neck, for that is sometimes good for a headache. "What shall we do?" asked Susie. "Oh, I don't know," replied her brother. "S'pose we play stump tag?" "All right; you're 'it, Sammie," called Susie. So Sammie began to hop after Susie.
So Mamma Wibblewobble started out the next day, taking Alice and Lulu with her, while Jimmie stayed home and played cross-tag with Bully, the frog, and Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, who had a day's vacation. They had lots of fun, and once Jimmie nearly fell down a great big but there, I started to tell you about Alice Wibblewobble's bonnet, and I must not get off the track.
"Well, I know all about that," Kit answered, encouragingly, perching herself on the arm of a chair, across from him. "Just see," and she counted off on her fingers, "Livingstone-Stanley, Victoria Falls Zambesi and Kipling wrote all about the people in 'Fuzzy-Wuzzy." "No, no, no, not a bit like it!" the Dean exclaimed. "My dear child, learn to think in centuries and epochs.
"Wouldn't I, though!" cried Sammie, "But there isn't any in the pantry. I heard Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy tell mother so." "I'll go to the store and get you some," offered his sister. "I know where it is." The cabbage store was a big field where Farmer Tooker kept his cabbage covered with straw during the winter.
He was feeling very good now, for he and the cricket had met a kind muskrat, a thirty-fifth cousin to Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, and this muskrat gave Uncle Wiggily a lot of sandwiches for his satchel, so he wouldn't be hungry again for some time. "And I don't mind so much about the cent, either," thought the rabbit, as he remembered the one that belonged to the chipmunk.
Once upon a time there lived in a small house built underneath the ground two curious little folk, with their father, their mother, their uncle and Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy. Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy was the nurse, hired girl and cook, all in one, and the reason she had such a funny name was because she was a funny cook. She had long hair, a sharp nose, a very long tail and the brightest eyes you ever saw.
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