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Pop-Goes, the weasel, didn't get Uncle Wiggily after all, and if the pepper caster doesn't throw dust in the potato's eyes, and make it sneeze at the rag doll, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and Simple Simon. "There!" exclaimed Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, who, with Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, was visiting at the Littletail rabbit burrow one day.
And why should he not be happy? Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, his muskrat lady housekeeper, had just given him a nice breakfast of cabbage pancakes, with carrot maple sugar tied in a bow-knot in the middle, and Uncle Wiggily had eaten nine. Nine cakes, I mean, not nine bows. "And now," said the bunny uncle to himself, "I think I shall go out and take a walk. Perhaps I may have an adventure.
"Ho, hum! I wonder what will happen to me to-day?" "Are you going out again?" asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper. "It seems to me that you go out a great deal, Mr. Longears." "Well, yes; perhaps I do," admitted the bunny uncle. "But more things happen to me when I go out than when I stay in the house." "And do you like to have things happen to you?" asked Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.
"Well, how are you feeling today, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she saw the rabbit gentleman taking his tall silk hat down off the china closet, getting ready to go for a walk in the woods one morning. "Why, I'm feeling pretty fine, Nurse Jane," answered the bunny uncle.
By the way, you don't see anything of Devenish now, do you?" "No, nothing. We saw him that day at Prince's I hadn't seen him for two or three months before that I haven't seen him since. I don't think you can ever rely on a married man. Don't you know that line of Kipling's?" "Which?" "In 'Barrack Room Ballads' 'Fuzzy Wuzzy, I think." "Nothing about a married man, surely?" "No; but it fits him."
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman who lived in the bungalow, sat up in bed, having been awakened by the noise, and he said: "Well, I wonder what Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy is doing now? She certainly is busy at something, and it can't be making the breakfast buckwheat cakes, either, for she has stopped baking them."
You seem very fond of adventures!" said Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. "I am," went on Uncle Wiggily, with a smile that made his pink nose twinkle and his whiskers sort of chase themselves around the back of his neck, as though they were playing tag with his collar button. "I just love to have adventures." "Well, while you are out walking among the trees would you mind doing me a favor?" asked Nurse Jane.
"Well, it's all settled!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, one day, as he hopped up the steps of his hollow stump bungalow where Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, his muskrat lady housekeeper, was fanning herself with a cabbage leaf tied to her tail. "It's all settled." "What is?" asked Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy.
"Something for yourself, also." "What is it?" Uncle Wiggily wanted to know, sort of making his pink nose turn orange color by looking up at the sun and sneezing. "What is it that I can do for myself as well as for you, Janie?" "Cream puffs," answered Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. "Cream puffs?" cried the bunny uncle, hardly knowing whether his housekeeper was fooling or in earnest.
"There!" cried Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, who took care of the hollow-stump bungalow for Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman. "There, it is all finished at last!" "What's all finished?" asked the bunny uncle, who was reading the paper in his easy chair near the fire, for the weather was still cold.