But don't be alarmed. Nothing bad is going to happen to our Uncle
Wiggily--in fact he is going to have lots of fun soon.
So if my motorboat doesn't turn upside down and spill out the pink
lemonade, I'll tell you in the next story about Uncle Wiggily and the
giant's little boy.
STORY XXX
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE GIANT'S BOY
Let me see, I believe I left off where Uncle Wiggily was in the house of
the good giant, and the old gentleman rabbit heard a terrible noise.
Didn't I?
"My goodness!" exclaimed the rabbit, jumping up so quickly that he upset
one of the giant's toothpicks, on which he had been sitting for a chair,
for the giant's toothpicks were as large as a big chestnut tree. "My
goodness!" cried Uncle Wiggily, "what in the world is that?"
"I guess it's my little boy coming home from school," said the good giant
as softly as he could, but, even then, his voice was like thunder. "He
must have heard that you were here."
"Will he hurt me? Does he love animals?" asked the rabbit, for he was
getting frightened. "Will your little boy be kind to me?"
"Oh, indeed he will!" cried the good giant. "I have taught him to love
animals, for you know he is so big and strong, even though I do call him
my _little_ boy, that it would be no trouble for him to take a bear or a
lion, and squeeze him in one hand so that the bear or lion would never
hurt any one any more.
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