“No more you could,” cried Aunt Lettie in confusion. “I was thinking of what I liked to eat. Very well, I will give you some carrots and cabbage and a piece of cherry pie. I know you will like those.”
So she made Uncle Wiggily that kind of a lunch, and he put it in his valise, and after saying good-by to the old lady goat, and the three Wibblewobbles, off he started to seek his fortune once more.
On and on he traveled up some hills, and down others and through the woods, and pretty soon he came to a place where there was a big hole in the ground.
“Ah, ha!” exclaimed the rabbit, “perhaps this is a gold mine. I will get some gold dollars out of it and then I will be rich.” So he went close to the hole and looked down it, but all of a sudden out popped a great big rat, and she gnashed her teeth at Uncle Wiggily and tried to bite him.
“What are you doing at my house?” she cried, real savagely. “Get away at once before I eat you.”
“Indeed I will,” said the rabbit, politely. “I thought your hole was a gold mine. Excuse me, I’ll get right along,” so he hopped away as fast as he could hop, very thankful that he had not gone down the hole.
Well, the next place he came to was where a great big stone was sticking out of the side of a hill. And the stone glittered in the sunshine just like diamonds or dewdrops.
“Oh, how delightful!” cried the rabbit. “This surely is a gold stone. I will break off some pieces of it and take them home, and then I will have my fortune.”
So, taking his crutch, Uncle Wiggily tried to break off pieces of the glittering stone. But, my goodness me, sakes alive and a chocolate ice cream cone! that stone was very hard, and try as he did, Uncle Wiggily couldn’t break off a piece even as big as baby’s tiny pink toe.
“I’ll just sing a little song, and then, perhaps, I can get some of the gold,” he said. So he sang this song, which goes to the tune “Tiddily-um-tum-tum:”
“My fortune I’ve
On top of the ground,
I’m lucky as lucky can be.
But really this stone,
Is hard as a bone,
I wish that some one would help me.”
After singing, Uncle Wiggily hammered away at the stone with his crutch again, but the song did no good. And then, all at once, before you could shake your finger at a pink pussy cat, out from behind the glittering stone there jumped the savage wushky-woshky, which is a very curious beast with two tails and three heads and only one crinkly leg, so that it has to go hippity-hop, or else fall down ker thump!
“What are you doing to my stone?” cried the wushky-woshky.
“Oh, excuse me,” said Uncle Wiggily politely. “I didn’t know it was your stone. I was only trying to break off a small piece for my fortune.”
“Wow! Oh, wow!” cried the wushky-woshky, as savage as savage could be, and he gnashed the teeth in all three of his mouths, and he lashed his two tails on the ground. “I’m going to catch you!” he called to the rabbit.