Then we
can carry them off to our dens, and that will be the last of them. Get
ready now!"
"Did you hear that?" asked Uncle Wiggily of the circus dog.
"Indeed I did," replied Percival. "I wonder if it can be those owls?"
"It doesn't sound like them," said Uncle Wiggily. "I think it is a bad
fox, or maybe two of them."
And just then they looked off through the woods, and by the light of the
fire they saw two big, savage, ugly wolves. Oh, how their sharp teeth
gleamed in the dancing flames, and how red their tongues were!
"Come on! Grab 'em both!" cried one savage wolf. "Grab the rabbit and the
dog!"
"Sure! I'm with you!" growled the other savage wolf.
"Oh, what shall we do, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Percival. "They'll eat us up!
"Let me think a minute," said the rabbit. So he thought for maybe half a
minute, and then exclaimed: "Oh! I know a good thing to do."
"What?" asked Percival. "Say it quickly, Uncle Wiggily, for those wolves
are creeping up on us, and it's so dark we can't see to run away."
And surely enough, those wolves were sneaking up, with their red tongues
hanging out longer than ever, for all the world just as if they had eaten
cherry pie.
"We must do some funny tricks!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "You know how,
Percival, for you were once in a circus, and I learned some when I was
with the monkey, and with Fido Flip-Flop.
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