"
"And I am very thirsty, too," said the rabbit. "I wish I had a drink of
milk. But where in the world can those cows be?" and he looked up into the
sky, not because he thought the cows were there, but so that he might
think better. Then he looked down at the ground, and, as he did so he saw
a little red creature with eight long legs, and the creature wiggled one
leg at the rabbit friendly-like as if to shake hands.
"Why don't you ask me where the cows are?" said the long-legged insect.
"Why, can you tell?" inquired Uncle Wiggily.
"Of course I can. I'm a grand-daddy longlegs, and I can always tell where
the cows are," was the reply. "Just you ask me."
So Uncle Wiggily and the little boy, both together, politely asked where
they could find the cows, and the grand-daddy just pointed with one long
leg off toward the woods where the rabbit and boy hadn't thought of
looking before that.
"You'll find your cows there," said grand-daddy longlegs, and then he
hurried home to his dinner. And Uncle Wiggily and the boy went over to the
woods, and there in the shade by a brook--sure enough were the cows,
chewing their gum--I mean their cuds. And they were just waiting to be
driven home.
So Uncle Wiggily, and the boy with the red trousers, drove the cows home,
and they were milked, and the old gentleman rabbit had several glasses
full--glasses full of milk, not cows, you know.
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