"Why, whatever is the matter?" asked Uncle Wiggily, as he went up to his
friend, the duck-drake gentleman. "Have you stepped on a tack, too?"
"No, it isn't that," was the answer. "But I am so sick that I don't know
what to do, and I'm far from my home, and from my friends, the
Wibblewobble family, and, oh, dear! it's just awful."
"Let me look at your tongue," said the rabbit, and when Grandfather Goosey
Gander stuck it out, Uncle Wiggily said:
"Why, you have the epizootic very bad. Very bad, indeed! But perhaps I can
cure you. Let me see, I think you need some bread and butter, and a cup of
catnip tea. I'll make you some."
So Uncle Wiggily made a little fire of sticks, and then he found an empty
tin tomato can, and he boiled some water in it over the fire, and made the
catnip tea. Then he gave some to Grandfather Goosey Gander, together with
some bread and butter.
"Well, I feel a little better," said the old gentleman duck-drake, when he
had eaten, "but I am not well yet. It seems to me that if I could have
some cherry pie I would feel better."
"Perhaps you would," agreed Uncle Wiggily, "but, though I know how to make
nice cherry pie, and though I made some for the hedgehog, I don't see any
cherry trees around here, so I can't make you one. There are no cherry
trees."
"Yes, there is one over there," said the duck-drake, and he waved one foot
toward it, while he quacked real faint and sorrowful-like.
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