"Oh, dear!" cried Uncle Wiggily, "I think I'll have to go and sleep with
your brother Jimmie."
So he went over to the other hedgehog boy's bed, but land sakes flopsy-dub
and a basket of soap bubbles!
As soon as the rabbit got in there that other hedgehog chap began to dream
that he was a jumping jack, and so he jumped up and down, and he jumped
on top of Uncle Wiggily, and stuck more stickery-stickers in him, until at
last the rabbit got up and said:
"Oh, dear, I guess I'll have to go to sleep on the floor."
So he did that, putting his head on his satchel for a pillow and pulling
his red-white-and-blue-striped-barber-pole crutch over him for a cover.
And, in the morning, he felt a little better.
"Well, I think I will travel on once more," said Uncle Wiggily after a
breakfast of strawberries, and mush and milk. "I may find my fortune
to-day."
The hedgehog boys wanted him to stay with them, and make more mud pies, or
even a cherry one, but the rabbit gentleman said he had no time. So off he
went over hills and down dales, and along through the woods.
Pretty soon, not so very long, just as Uncle Wiggily was walking behind a
big rock, as large as a house, he heard some one crying. Oh, such a loud
crying voice as it was, and the old rabbit gentleman was a bit frightened.
"For it sounds like a giant crying," he said to himself.
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