Uncle Wiggily's Adventures eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 117 pages of information about Uncle Wiggily's Adventures.

“Well, I guess I must travel on.  I can’t find my fortune here.  I must start off to-morrow.”

“And I’ll go with you,” spoke Percival.  “We’ll go together, and see what we can find.”

Well, he and Uncle Wiggily went on together for some time, and nothing happened, except that they met a poor pussy cat without any tail, and Uncle Wiggily gave her some of the pie.  And the next day they met a cat and seven little kittens, and they all had tails, so they had to have some pie, too.

But one night, after Percival and Uncle Wiggily had been traveling all day, they came to a deep, dark, dismal woods.

“Oh, have we got to go through that forest?” asked the old gentleman rabbit, wrinkling up his ears—­I mean his nose.

“I guess we have,” replied the circus dog.  “We may find our fortunes in there.”

“It is a pretty dark spot to look for money, or fortunes,” said the rabbit.  “The best thing we can do is to look for a place to sleep, and in the morning we will hurry out of the woods.”

Well, the two animal friends started into the grove of trees, and they hadn’t gone very far before it got so dark that they couldn’t see to go any farther.  Oh, but it was black and lonesome and sort of scary-like! and Uncle Wiggily said: 

“Let’s stay here, Percival.  We’ll make a little bed under the trees to sleep in, and we’ll build a fire to keep us warm, and cook a little supper.”

So Percival thought that would be nice, and soon he and the rabbit had a cheerful little fire blazing, and then it wasn’t quite so lonely.  Only there was a big owl in a tree, and he kept hollering “Who?  Who?  Who?” and Percival thought it meant him, and Uncle Wiggily thought it meant him, and they were rather frightened, so they didn’t either of them answer the owl, who kept on calling “Who?  Who?  Who?”

They were just cooking their supper, and cutting up the cherry pie, and putting it on some oak leaves for plates, and they had picked out a nice smooth stump for a table, when, all of a sudden, they heard a voice saying: 

“Now you make a jump and grab the rabbit and I’ll take the dog.  Then we can carry them off to our dens, and that will be the last of them.  Get ready now!”

“Did you hear that?” asked Uncle Wiggily of the circus dog.

“Indeed I did,” replied Percival.  “I wonder if it can be those owls?”

“It doesn’t sound like them,” said Uncle Wiggily.  “I think it is a bad fox, or maybe two of them.”

And just then they looked off through the woods, and by the light of the fire they saw two big, savage, ugly wolves.  Oh, how their sharp teeth gleamed in the dancing flames, and how red their tongues were!

“Come on!  Grab ’em both!” cried one savage wolf.  “Grab the rabbit and the dog!”

“Sure!  I’m with you!” growled the other savage wolf.

“Oh, what shall we do, Uncle Wiggily?” asked Percival.  “They’ll eat us up!

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