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Updated: April 30, 2025
"Never mind, perhaps I have some pennies," said the rabbit; so he looked, but, oh, dear me, suz-dud and the mustard pot! All of Uncle Wiggily's money was gone, too. "Well, I guess we can't get any ice cream cones this week," said the old gentleman duck. "We'll have to drink water." "Oh, no you won't," said a buzzing voice.
Oh, everything looked lovely! The flowers were gay, and the sun shone, and even the green grass was sort of pink, while the sky was rose-colored. "There," said the fairy to Uncle Wiggily. "Try those." So Uncle Wiggily Longears put on his glasses again, and he cried out: "Why, goodness me! Oh, my suz-dud! Oh, turnips and carrots and a chocolate cake! Oh, my goodness me!"
Susie looked around, and what should she see but a nice, little old lady, trying to break off a stem of goldenrod. "Oh, dear me suz-dud!" cried the old lady again, and then Susie saw that she was very little indeed, hardly larger than a ten-cent plate of ice cream after it's all melted. So she couldn't reach the goldenrod, she was so little. "What is the matter?" asked Susie very politely.
"Oh, I stepped on a tack," answered the elephant, "and it is sticking in my foot. I can't walk, and I can't dance and I can't get back to the circus. Oh, dear! Oh, dear me, suz-dud and a red balloon! Oh, how miserable I am!" "Too bad," said Uncle Wiggily. "Was it a large tack that you stepped on?" "Was it?" asked the elephant, sort of painful-like. "Why, it feels as big as a dishpan in my foot.
It kept tasting better and better, but, after a while, Brighteyes thought she had enough, and she started to pull her head out of the can. But, oh dear me! She found she couldn't do it. The sharp edges of the tin caught in her fur, and there she was, stuck fast with the can over her head, and the nutmeg, the bottle of blueing and the yeast cake in there with her. "Oh, dear me suz-dud!" she cried.
But the minute he looked around, if the kite string didn't get tangled in his legs, and then if the wind didn't blow a regular strong blast, the kind that howls down the chimney on a cold night; and oh, dear me, suz-dud! if Jimmie wasn't carried right up in the air by his kite! There, I told you something would happen, and it did! Maybe you'll believe me next time.
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