Well, the alligator laughed at that--oh there I go again--I mean the
grasshopper laughed, and then Uncle Wiggily and Percival went off
together, very glad indeed that they had had a chance to do a kindness,
even to a grasshopper.
Pretty soon they came to a place where there were two roads branching off,
one to the right hand and the other to the left, like the letter "Y."
"I'll tell you what we'll do," said Percival, "you go to the right, Uncle
Wiggily, and I'll go to the left, and, later on, we'll meet by the mill
pond, and perhaps each of us may have found his fortune by that time."
"Good!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "We'll do it!"
So he went off one way, and the circus dog took the other path through the
woods, and now I must tell you what happened to the old gentleman rabbit.
Uncle Wiggily went along for some time, and just as he got to a place
where there was a large stone, all of a sudden out popped a big fat toad.
And it wasn't a nice toad, either, but a bad toad.
"Hello, Uncle Wiggily," said the squatty-watty toad. "I haven't seen you
in some time. I guess you must be getting pretty old. You can't jump as
good as you once could, can you?"
"Of course, I can," exclaimed the rabbit, a bit pettish-like, for he
didn't care to have even a toad think he couldn't jump as well as ever he
could.
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