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"But I am so sick that I don't know what to do, and I'm far from my home, and from my friends, the Wibblewobble family, and, oh, dear! it's just awful." "Let me look at your tongue," said the rabbit, and when Grandfather Goosey Gander stuck it out, Uncle Wiggily said: "Why, you have the epizootic very bad. Very bad, indeed! But perhaps I can cure you.
Buddy Pigg slipped out of a back window, and ran home with his tail behind him. Oh, excuse me, guinea pigs don't have a tail, do they? Anyhow he ran home, and so did Sammie and Susie Littletail, and Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, and the Wibblewobble children, and Peetie and Jackie Bow Wow too.
Wibblewobble to lend me a spool of thread. It is so chilly out that I don't want to take you along. So will you be afraid to stay here alone, just a little while?" "No, indeed, mamma," spoke Pinky. "Why, what is there to be afraid of?" she asked with a laugh.
Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrels; Sammie Littletail, the rabbit, and Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck, were having a game under the trees, not far from the hollow stump bungalow which was the house of Uncle Wiggily Longears, the bunny gentleman. "First shot agates!" cried Johnnie. "No, I'm going to shoot first!" chattered his brother Billie. "Huh!
All of a sudden one man, with a big horn a horn large enough to put a loaf of mother's bread down inside the noisy end all of a sudden this man blew a terrible blast "Umpty-umpty-Umph! Umph!" My, what a noise he made on that horn. Now, right in front of this man was a little boy-duck riding on a pony. Yes, you've guessed who he was he was Jimmy Wibblewobble.
I have to put away the winter flannels so the moths won’t get in them, and then, too, it is so rainy and foggy that we couldn’t see to sew carpet rags very well. Tell her I’ll be over the first pleasant day.” “Very well,” answered Bully, “and may I stay a while and play with Jimmie Wibblewobble?” “You may,” said his mother, and off Bully hopped all alone, for his brother Bawly had gone fishing.
Now I've reached the end of this story, but there's another one for to-morrow night, in case you don't hit anybody with your bean shooter, and it's going to be about Lulu and the Golden fairy. Once upon a time it was raining very hard one morning. It was just when Lulu and Alice and Jimmie Wibblewobble were looking out of the window of the duck pen, getting ready for school.
I will gladly take this pie to Mrs. Wibblewobble," and off through the woods Uncle Wiggily started with it. He soon reached the duck lady's house, and Mrs. Wibblewobble was very glad indeed to get the piece of Nurse Jane's pie. "I'll save a bit for Lulu and Alice, my two little duck girls," said Mrs. Wibblewobble. "Why, aren't they home?" asked Uncle Wiggily.
Now, in case it doesn’t rain and wet my new umbrella so that the pussy cat can go to school, and learn how to make a mouse trap, I’ll tell you next about Bawly No-Tail and Lulu Wibblewobble. Bawly No-Tail, the frog boy, was hopping along one day whistling a little tune about a yellow-spotted doggie, who found a juicy bone, and sold it to a ragman for a penny ice cream cone.
Along in the middle of the night, when it was all still and quiet, and when even the frogs had stopped croaking, and it wasn't time for the roosters to begin to crow; yes, when it was dark, and still and silent and not a sound was heard, suddenly what should happen but that right in the Wibblewobble house there came a loud: "Mew! Mew! Mew!" "There!" exclaimed Aunt Lettie, jumping out of bed.
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