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Which was very kind of Uncle Wiggily, I think; don't you? It didn't matter if, just once, something happened that wasn't in the book. And Mrs. Wibblewobble didn't at all mind some of the leaves being off her rubber plant.
Once upon a time, not so very many years ago, there were two little frog boys who lived in a little pond near a nice big farm. It wasn’t very far from where Peetie and Jackie Bow-Wow, the puppy dogs, had their home, and the frogs’ house was right next door to the pen where Lulu and Alice and Jimmie Wibblewobble the ducks lived.
It was a swishing, swooping, swoshing noise, and who should fly down out of the sky but that good, kind fishhawk, who once carried Billie and Johnnie on his big back to Lincoln Park. As soon as the squirrels saw him they cried out: "Oh, please help Jimmie Wibblewobble down! He's in a tall tree and can't reach the ground."
How sad! I don't believe I'll go to the party now! All the others would make fun of me! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" "Ha! That sounds like trouble!" said the bunny uncle. "I must see what it means." He looked through the bushes and there, sitting on a log, he saw Lulu Wibblewobble, the little duck girl, who was crying very hard, the tears rolling down her yellow bill. "Why, Lulu!
Twistytail and Mrs. Wibblewobble. Well, do you know, the first thing Mrs. Twistytail knew she had forgotten all about what she came after let's see now, what was it I declare I've forgotten myself. Just excuse me while I look back and see. Oh! I remember, it was a spool of thread. Yes, Mrs.
Or perhaps Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrel boys, might ask Uncle Wiggily to go after hickory nuts with them, or maybe Lulu, Alice or Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck children, would want their bunny uncle to see them go swimming. So, altogether, Uncle Wiggily had a good time in his hollow-stump bungalow which was built in the woods. When he had nothing else to do Mr.
Of course Papa and Mamma Wibblewobble were much surprised to hear about the ball game, and the broken window, but they didn't scold Jimmie very much, and pretty soon, oh, in a little while after supper, you know, it was bedtime for the duck children and they went to bed. Well, it got darker and darker, and soon it was nice and quiet around the pond where the ducks lived.
Why that kittie joined Jimmie's baseball nine, and to-morrow night I'll tell you about a game of ball that was played. That is if the man in the moon doesn't tumble down and hurt his nose. One day Jimmie Wibblewobble was going over to where Bully, the frog, lived. "Come on!" cried the little boy duck, to the frog. "Let's get up a ball game.
So Uncle Wiggily put some rubber plant leaves in the bottom of the sieve, and Simple Simon, filling it full of water, carried it home to his mother, and not a drop ran through, which, of course, wasn't at all like the story in the book. "But that isn't my fault," said Uncle Wiggily, as he took the rest of the jam tarts to the Wibblewobble children. "I just had to help Simple Simon."
"I must pack my valise and travel on," said Uncle Wiggily. "Oh, can't you stay a little longer?" asked Alice Wibblewobble, as she tied her sky-blue-pink hair ribbon in a flopsy-dub kind of a bow knot. "Yes, do stay!" urged Jimmie as he tossed up his ball, which Lulu, his sister, caught. "We'll have some fun together and you can play on my ball team, Uncle Wiggily." "Oh!
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