"Perhaps that is a red fox behind the stone, and he is making believe cry,
so as to bring me up close, and then he'll jump out and grab me. No
indeed, I'm going to run back."
Well, Uncle Wiggily was just going to run back, when he happened to look
again, and there, instead of a fox behind the stone, it was a little boy,
with red trousers on, and he was crying as hard as he could cry, that boy
was.
"What is the matter, my little chap?" asked the rabbit kindly. "Are you
crying because you have on red trousers instead of blue? I think red is a
lovely color myself. I wish I had red ears, as well as red eyes."
"Oh, I am not crying for that," said the little boy, wiping away his
tears on a big green leaf, "but you see I am like Bo-peep, only I have
lost my cows, instead of my sheep, and I don't know where to find them."
"Oh, I'll help you look," said Uncle Wiggily. "I am pretty good at finding
lost cows. Come, we'll hunt farther." So off they started together, Uncle
Wiggily holding the little boy by one of his paws--one of the rabbit's
paws, I mean.
Well, they looked and looked, but they couldn't seem to find those cows.
They looked at one hill, and on top of another hill, and down in the
hollows, and under the trees by the brook, but no cows were to be seen.
"Oh, dear!" cried the little boy, "if I don't find them soon there'll be
no milk for dinner.
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