STORY XXXI
UNCLE WIGGILY AND DADDY LONGLEGS
Uncle Wiggily got up early the morning after the good giant had shown him
that there wasn't any gold at the end of the rainbow. The old gentleman
rabbit looked where a place had been set for him at the table, but alas
and alack a-day, the table was almost as high from the floor as the church
steeple is from the ground, and Uncle Wiggily could not reach up to it.
"Hum, let's see what we will do," spoke the papa giant. "I know, I'll get
a spool of thread from the lady giant next door, and that will answer for
a table for you, Uncle Wiggily, and you can use another toothpick for a
chair."
So while the boy giant went for the spool of thread, the papa giant served
Uncle Wiggily's breakfast. First he brought in a washtub full of milk and
a bushel basket full of oatmeal.
"What is that for?" asked the rabbit in surprise.
"That is for your breakfast," was the answer. "Isn't it enough? Because I
can get you more in a jiffy, if you want it."
"Oh, it is entirely too much," said Uncle Wiggily. "I can only take a
little of that oatmeal."
"Very well, then, I will take this myself, and get you a small dish full,"
spoke the papa giant, and he ate all that oatmeal and milk up at one
mouthful, but even then it was hardly enough to fill his hollow tooth.
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