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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 115 pages of information about Uncle Wiggily in the Woods.

“Yes, off again,” said Uncle Wiggily.  “I must have my adventure, you know.”

“I hope it will be a pleasant one today,” went on Nurse Jane.

“So do I,” said Uncle Wiggily, and away he went hopping over the fields and through the woods.  He had not gone very far before he heard a queer buzzing sound, and a sort of splashing in the water and a tiny voice cried: 

“Help!  Help!  Save me!  I am drowning!”

“My goodness me sakes alive and some horse radish lollypops!” cried the bunny uncle.  “Some one drowning?  I don’t see any water around here, though I do hear some splashing.  Who are you?” he cried.  “And where are you, so that I may save you?”

“Here I am, right down by your foot!” was the answer.  “I am a honey bee, and I have fallen into this Jack-in-the pulpit flower, which is full of water.  Please get me out!”

“To be sure I will!” cried Mr. Longears, and then, stooping down he carefully lifted the poor bee out of the water in the Jack-in-the-pulpit.

The Jack is a plant that looks like a little pitcher and it holds water.  In the middle is a green stem, that is called Jack, because he looks like a minister preaching in the pulpit.  The Jack happened to be out when the bee fell in the water that had rained in the plant-pitcher, or Jack himself would have saved the honey chap.  But Uncle Wiggily did it just as well.

“Oh, thank you so much for not letting me drown,” said the bee, as she dried her wings in the sun on a big green leaf.  “I was on my way to the hive tree with a load of honey when I stopped for a drink.  But I leaned over too far and fell in.  I can not thank you enough!”

“Oh, once is enough!” cried Uncle Wiggily in his most jolly voice.  “But did I understand you to say you lived in a hive-tree?”

“Yes, a lot of us bees have our hive in a hollow tree in the woods, not far away.  It is there we store the honey we gather from Summer flowers, so we will have something to eat in the Winter when there are no blossoms.  Would you like to see the bee tree?”

“Indeed, I would,” Uncle Wiggily said.

“Follow me, then,” buzzed the bee.  “I will fly on ahead, very slowly, and you can follow me through the woods.”

Uncle Wiggily did so, and soon he heard a great buzzing sound, and he saw hundreds of bees flying in and out of a hollow tree.  At first some of the bees were going to sting the bunny uncle, but his little friend cried: 

“Hold on, sisters!  Don’t sting this rabbit gentleman.  He is Uncle Wiggily and he saved me from being drowned.”

So the bees did not sting the bunny uncle, but, instead, gave him a lot of honey, in a little box made of birch bark, which he took home to Nurse Jane.

“Oh, I had the sweetest adventure!” he said to her, and he told her about the bee tree and the honey, which he and the muskrat lady ate on their carrot cake for dinner.

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