Only when the bear heard the
giant's boy speaking he thought it was distant thunder, and he said:
"Oh, I must hurry home with that rabbit before it rains. I don't like to
get wet!"
"Yes, I guess you _will_ hurry home!" cried the giant's boy, and with that
he reached over, and he grabbed that black, ugly bear by his short, stumpy
tail and he flung him away over the tree tops, like a skyrocket, and it
was some time before that bear came down. And when he did, he didn't feel
like bothering Uncle Wiggily any more.
"Now I guess you'll be all right for a while on your travels," said the
boy giant as he called good-by to the old gentleman rabbit. "Send me a
souvenir postal when you find your fortune, and if any bad animals bother
you, just telephone for me, and I'll come and serve them as I did the
bear."
Then the old gentleman rabbit thanked the boy giant, and started off
again. He traveled on and on, over hills and down in little valleys, and
across brooks that flowed over green mossy stones in the meadow, and
pretty soon Uncle Wiggily came to a big gray stone in the middle of a
field. And, as he looked at the stone, the old gentleman rabbit saw
something red fluttering behind it, and he heard a noise like some one
crying.
"Ha! Here is where I must be careful!" exclaimed the rabbit to himself.
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