Now, I'll make you a cherry pie."
"I wish you would," said the porcupine. "I'll go get the cherries."
So he went out in the orchard, and he shot his sharp stickery quills, like
little arrows at the cherries on the tree, and they fell down, so he
could pick them up in a basket. I mean the cherries fell down, though of
course the quills did also though the hedgehog didn't pick them up.
And while he was doing that Uncle Wiggily was making the pie crust. He
took flour and lard and water, and mixed them together, and then he put in
other things--Oh, well, you just ask your mamma or the cook what they
were, for I might get it wrong--and soon the pie crust was ready. Then
Uncle Wiggily built a hot fire in the stove, and he waited for Mr.
Hedgehog to come in with the cherries.
And pretty soon the porcupine came back with his basket full, and he and
Uncle Wiggily shelled the peanuts--I mean the cherries--taking out the
pits.
"Now I'll put them in the pie, and put sugar on them, bake it in the oven,
and soon it will be done, and we can eat it," said the rabbit.
"Oh, joy!" cried the hedgehog. "That will be fine!"
So Uncle Wiggily put the cherries in the pie, and threw the pits away, and
he put the pie in the oven, and then he and Mr. Hedgehog sat down to wait
for it to bake. And oh, how delicious and scrumptious it did smell! if you
will excuse me for saying so.
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