Uncle Wiggily in the Woods eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 153 pages of information about Uncle Wiggily in the Woods.

“Thank you,” spoke Uncle Wiggily, and then he hopped on to the store to get the loaf of bread and the pound of sugar for Nurse Jane.

It was on the way back from the store that an adventure happened to Uncle Wiggily.  He came to the place where his friend the beech tree was standing up in the woods, and a balsam tree, next door to it, was putting some salve, or balsam, on the places where the bear had scratched off the bark, to make the cuts heal.

Then, all of a sudden, out from behind a bush jumped the same bad bear that had done the scratching.

“Ah, ha!” growled the bear, as soon as he saw Uncle Wiggily, “you can’t fool me again, making believe a stone is a bullet, and that your ‘Bang!’ is a gun!  You can’t fool me!  I know all about the trick you played on me.  A little bird, sitting up in a tree, saw it and told me!”

“Well,” said Uncle Wiggily slowly, “I’m sorry I had to fool you, but it was all for the best.  I wanted to save the beech tree.”

“Oh, I don’t care!” cried the bear, saucy like and impolitely.  “I’m going to scratch as much as I like!”

“My goodness!  You’re almost as bad as the ear-scratching cat!” said Uncle Wiggily.  “I guess I’d better run home to my hollow stump bungalow.”

“No, you don’t!” cried the bear, and, reaching out his claws, he caught hold of Uncle Wiggily, who, with his umbrella, and the bread and sugar, was standing under the beech tree.  “You can’t get away from me like that,” and the bear held tightly to the bunny uncle.

“Oh, dear!  What are you going to do to me?” asked the rabbit gentleman.

“First, I’ll bite you,” said the bear.  “No, I guess I’ll first scratch you.  No, I won’t either.  I’ll scrite you; that’s what I’ll do.  I’ll scrite you!”

“What’s scrite?” asked Uncle Wiggily, curious like.

“It’s a scratch and a bite made into one,” said the bear, “and now I’m going to do it.”

“Oh, ho!  No, you aren’t!” suddenly cried the beech tree, who had been thinking of a way to save Uncle Wiggily.  “No, you don’t scrite my friend!” And with that the brave tree gave itself a shiver and shake, and shook down on the bear a lot of sharp, three-cornered beech nuts.  They fell on the bear’s soft and tender nose and the sharp edges hurt him so that he cried: 

“Wow!  Ouch!  I guess I made a mistake!  I must run away!”

And away he ran from the shower of sharp beech nuts which didn’t hurt Uncle Wiggily at all because he raised his umbrella and kept them off.  Then he thanked the tree for having saved him from the bear and went safely home.  And if the cow bell doesn’t moo in its sleep, and wake up the milkman before it’s time to bring the molasses for breakfast, I’ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the bitter medicine.



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