"Yes, you will, too!" suddenly cried out a voice, and out from the bushes
ran the elephant. "I'll pick the cherries off the tree with my long, nosey
trunk," he said, "and you can make all the pie you want to, Uncle
Wiggily."
"Why, I thought you went back to the circus," said the rabbit.
"No, I ran away from the man," spoke the elephant. Then he reached up with
his long nose, and he picked a bushel of red, ripe, sweet delicious
cherries in less than a minute. Then he pulled down Uncle Wiggily's
valise out of the tree and then the old gentleman rabbit made three cherry
pies. One for Grandfather Goosey Gander, and another, a tremendous big
one, as large as a washtub, for the elephant, and a little one for
himself. Then they ate their pies, and the old gentleman duck-drake got
well almost at once. So all three of them traveled on together, to help
the rabbit seek his fortune.
Now in case the ice cream man brings some nice, hot roast chestnuts for
our canary bird, I'll tell you in another story about Uncle Wiggily, and
Grandfather Goosey Gander.
STORY XXV
UNCLE WIGGILY AND GRANDPA GOOSEY
One day, not very long after the elephant had picked the cherries off the
tree, so that Uncle Wiggily could make the cherry pies for Grandpa Goosey,
the three friends were traveling along together through a deep, dark,
dismal woods.
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