Well, as soon as the elephant had his trunk packed--Oh, hold on, if you
please. I wonder what's the matter with me? There's no elephant in this
story. He comes in it about five pages farther on.
Well, after traveling for several hours, Uncle Wiggily ate his dinner,
then he hopped on some more, and he looked all around for his fortune, but
he couldn't find it. Then it began to get dark, and he wondered where he
could stay that night.
"I might build a paper house," he said, "but if I do the alligator might
come along and smash it, and this time he would probably catch me. I
wonder what I'd better do?"
So he looked ahead, and there he saw a stream of water. It was quite a
wide brook, but on the other side of it he saw a nice little wooden house,
that no one lived in.
"Now, if I could only get over there I'd be safe," said the old gentleman
rabbit. "I guess I'll wade across."
Well, he started to do so, but he soon found that the water was too deep
for him to wade. It was over his head.
"I'll have to swim across," said Uncle Wiggily.
But, as soon as he got ready to do that, he found himself in more trouble.
For he couldn't carry his crutch and valise across with him if he swam,
and he didn't like to leave them on the shore, for fear the alligator
would get them.
"Oh, I certainly am in great trouble," said the rabbit.
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