Then the giant sung another song, like
the first, only different, and he fixed the broken ceiling, and said:
"Now for something to eat! Then we'll talk about your fortune. I'll get
you some carrots." So he went out, and pretty soon he came back, carrying
ten barrels of carrots in one hand and seventeen bushels of cabbage in the
other.
"Here's a little light lunch for you," he said to Uncle Wiggily. "Eat
this, and I'll get you some more, when we have a regular meal."
"Oh, why this is more than I could eat in a year," said the rabbit, "but I
thank you very much," so he nibbled at one carrot, while the good giant
ate fifteen thousand seven hundred and eight loaves of bread, and two
million bushels of jam. Then he felt better.
"So you want to find your fortune, eh?" the giant said to the rabbit.
"Well, now I'll help you all I can. How would you like to stay here and
work for me? You have good ears, and you could listen for burglars in the
night when I am asleep. Will you?"
"I think I will," said Uncle Wiggily. And he was just reaching for
another carrot, when suddenly from outside sounded a terrible racket.
"Where is he? Let me get at him! I want him right away--that rabbit I
mean!" cried a voice, and Uncle Wiggily jumped up in great fright, and
looked for some place to hide. The giant jumped up, too, and grabbed his
big club.
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