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Pretty soon, as the rabbit gentleman and the goat boy were walking along they heard a little mewing cry behind a pile of snow, and Uncle Wiggily said: "That sounds like Muzzo now." "Perhaps it is. Let's look," said Billie Wagtail.
Never mind if your mittens are soiled by cherry-pie-juice. I'll find a way to clean them." But no Muzzo answered. Uncle Wiggily looked everywhere, under bushes and in the tree tops; for sometimes kitty cats climb trees, you know; but no Muzzo could he find. Then Uncle Wiggily walked a little farther, and he saw Billie Wagtail, the goat boy, butting his head in a snow-bank.
"No, she lost herself," said Uncle Wiggily, and he told about Muzzo. "I'll help you look for her," offered the goat boy, so he and Uncle Wiggily started off together to try to find poor little lost Muzzo, and bring her home to her mother, Mrs. Purr.
"She just ran in my hollow log," said the little bear chap, "and her tail, brushing against my nose, tickled me so that I sneezed and awakened from my Winter sleep." "Where have you been all night, since you ran away, Wuzzo?" asked Uncle Wiggily. "Well," answered the third little kitten. "After Fuzzo, Muzzo and I soiled our mittens with cherry pie we all ran away."
"Well, perhaps just a little bit naughty," Uncle Wiggily said. "But you should not have run away from your mamma. She feels very badly. Where are Muzzo and Wuzzo?" "I don't know!" answered Fuzzo. "They ran one way and I ran another. I'm trying to get the pie-juice out of my mittens, but I can't seem to do it." "How did you try?" Uncle Wiggily wanted to know.
Her name is Muzzo." "Why, her name is almost like mine, isn't it?" asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy. "A little like it," said Uncle Wiggily. "Poor little Muzzo! She and the other two kittens ran off after they had soiled their mittens, eating cherry pie when their mother, Mrs. Purr, was not at home." "It is very good of you to go looking for them," said Nurse Jane.
"Oh, I just love to do things like that," spoke the rabbit gentleman. "Well, good-by. I'll see if I can't find the second kitten now." Away started the rabbit gentleman, over the fields and through the woods, looking on all sides for the second lost kitten, whose name was Muzzo. "Where are you, kittie?" called Uncle Wiggily. "Where are you, Muzzo? Come to me!
The red pie-juice got all over their new mittens, and when they saw it they became afraid I would scold them, and they ran away. I was not home when they ate the pie and soiled their mittens, but the cat lady who lives next door told me. "Now I want to know if you will try to find my three little kittens for me; Fuzzo, Wuzzo and Muzzo? I want them to come home so badly!"
Purr, the nice cat lady, and when the rabbit gentleman had let her in she looked so sad and sorrowful that he said: "What is the matter, Mrs. Purr? Has anything happened?" "Indeed there has, Mr. Longears," the cat lady answered. "You know my three little kittens, don't you?" "Why, yes, I know them," replied the bunny uncle. "They are Fuzzo, Muzzo and Wuzzo. I hope they are not ill?"
"Oh, I have been dipping them in snow, trying to clean them," said Muzzo. "Only the pie-juice will not come out." "Of course not," spoke Uncle Wiggily, with a laugh. "It needs hot soap-suds and water to clean them. You come home to my bungalow and we will get some."
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