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With his strong paws and his sharp teeth, the rabbit gentleman began peeling the bark off the tree, showing the white wood underneath. "What are you doing, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Jillie. "This is a slippery elm tree, and I am making a hill so Squeaky-Eeky can slide down," answered the bunny uncle. "Underneath the bark the trunk of the elm tree is very slippery. Dr. Possum told me so.
"This is where I come in. I must see if I cannot help them." He looked through the bushes, and there he saw Jillie Longtail, the little girl mouse, and with her was Squeaky-Eeky, the cousin mouse. And Squeaky-Eeky had a small sled with her. "Why, what's the matter?" asked Uncle Wiggily, for he saw that Squeaky-Eeky had been crying. "What is the matter, little mice?" "Oh, hello.
Possum went on his way and Uncle Wiggily hopped along until, pretty soon, he heard a rustling in the bushes, and a voice said: "But, Squeaky-Eeky dear, I can't find any snow hill for you to ride down on your sled. The snow is all gone, you see. It is Spring now." "Oh, dear!" cried another voice. "Such a lot of trouble. Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" "Ha! Trouble!" said Uncle Wiggily to himself.
See how my paw slips!" And indeed it did, sliding down the sloping tree almost as fast as you can eat a lollypop. Uncle Wiggily took off a lot of bark from the elm tree, making a long, sliding, slippery place. "Now, try that with your sled, Squeaky-Eeky," said the bunny uncle. And the little cousin mouse did. She put her sled on the slanting tree, sat down and Jillie gave her a little push.
"Because, I had the mouse-trap fever, then," answered Squeaky-Eeky, "and I couldn't go out. But now I am all better and I can be out, and oh, dear! I do so much want a ride down hill on my sled. Boo, hoo!" "Don't cry, Squeaky, dear," said Jillie. "If there is no snow you can't slide down hill, you know." "But I want to," said the little cousin mouse, unreasonable like.
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