But there, I must tell you what happened to Uncle Wiggily after he and Percival did those tricks, and made the wolves laugh so hard. The rabbit and the circus dog stayed in the woods all that night, and nothing bothered them.
“Now, Percival, you make the coffee, and I’ll spread the bread and butter for breakfast,” said Uncle Wiggily the next morning.
“Where are you going to get the bread and butter?” asked the dog.
“Oh, I have it in my satchel,” spoke the old rabbit, and, surely enough, he did have several large, fine slices. So he and Percival ate their breakfast, and then they started off again.
They hadn’t gone very far before they met a grasshopper, who was limping along on top of a fence rail, and looking quite sad—I mean the grasshopper was looking sad, not the fence rail.
“What is the matter?” asked Uncle Wiggily, kindly. “Are you sad and lonesome because you can’t have some cherry pie, or some bread and butter; or because you can’t see any funny tricks? If you are, don’t worry, Mr. Grasshopper, for Percival and I can give you something to eat, and also do some tricks to make you laugh.”
“No, I am not sad about any of those things,” replied the grasshopper, “but you see I gave a big jump over a large stone a little while ago, and I sprained my left hind leg. Now I can’t jump any more, and here it is Summer, and, of course, we grasshoppers have to hop, or we don’t make any money.”
“Oh, don’t let a little thing like that worry you,” spoke Uncle Wiggily. “I have some very nice salve, that a gentleman and his boy gave me when their automobile ran over me, and it cured my sore toe, so I think it will cure your left hind leg.”
Then he put some salve on the grasshopper’s leg, and in a little while it was much better.
“Now we must travel on again, to seek our fortune,” said Uncle Wiggily. “Come, Percival.”
“I will just do one little trick, to make the grasshopper feel better before we leave,” said the circus dog, so he stood up on the end of his tail, and went around and around, and winked first one eye and then the other, it was too funny for anything, really it was.
Well, the alligator laughed at that—oh there I go again—I mean the grasshopper laughed, and then Uncle Wiggily and Percival went off together, very glad indeed that they had had a chance to do a kindness, even to a grasshopper.
Pretty soon they came to a place where there were two roads branching off, one to the right hand and the other to the left, like the letter “Y.”
“I’ll tell you what we’ll do,” said Percival, “you go to the right, Uncle Wiggily, and I’ll go to the left, and, later on, we’ll meet by the mill pond, and perhaps each of us may have found his fortune by that time.”
“Good!” cried Uncle Wiggily. “We’ll do it!”
So he went off one way, and the circus dog took the other path through the woods, and now I must tell you what happened to the old gentleman rabbit.