OCR Text |
Show BEDTIME STORIES By HOWARD R. GARIS ' CM LE WIGGILT IN TITF FOG (Copyright, 122. bv McClure Newspaper News-paper Syndicate ) "Don't be late, non, Cnrle VITIgglly! Please don't be late!" called Nursr Jnnu Fuzxy Wuzzy ..n morning as the Durun rabt.it gentleman otarted to hop away from hi hollow tump bungalou "Where do you think 1 m Koing. Nurse Jane?" asked Mr Longean. with a funny little twinkle f his pink !!'.". "I'erhap you have an idea that I'm going to school, and that if I do not get ther.' on time the lady mouse teacher win k.-ep me in" "Oh, no!" laughed Nure Jane. "It wasn't that. I know you aren't going to the hollow stump school. What I meant was, don't be late for supper this . enlng. I'm going to have h sassafras sas-safras short cake, and " "Say, no more'" crlod Jolly Uncle Wigglly. ' Sassafras short cake! I'll n . i ! Iiilf when von hnvi- that for supper' I fancy I can smell it now!" and he sniffed, hungry like, with his pink, twinkling nose, "I'll be here, Worse Jane, if I have to get on the back of Mr. Slow Poke, the mud turtle gentleman and have him bring me hi In his taxlcab!" laughed the bun-. bun-. ny. Well, gee th.it you aren't late! " cautioned Nurse Jane. And then the bunny gentleman hopped away to have mi adventure, and Nurse Jane went Into i Mr kitchen of the hollow stump bungalow to make the Sassafras shortcake. short-cake. "Let me see. now." said Mr. Long- ai to n i iii-i-i i . a-i he skipped through the woods, "ahall I go to the right or left to find an adventure? And 1 wonder what sort of adventure l am going to have'.' I'd like to meet my friend, the white-tailed deer again." Hut there was no deer to be seen, though Unci.- Wlgglly did meet a robin rob-in redbreast, who was flitting about in the tree tops. "Cheer up.' I'heer up! Cheerup!" -ante Robin. i am very cneercul, if you please." in .v. red I'nclc Wlgglly. And are you I cheerful ?" "I certainly am " answered the bird, i " My wife and I are building a nest, 'and soon we will have some little birds to teach to fly." "That will be fine. 1 agreed Undo j Wlgglly. "Sometimes 1 wish 1 had , wings so I coultl fly." "And when the cold days come I wish I had warm fur. like you," sang i h robin. "But after all. feathers are be.it ior lords and swift running legs , for rabbits. And if I were you Un-. Un-. le Wlgglly, I'll start and run back home now as fast you can go." "Why?" asked the bunny "From your perch, high in the tree, do you ee lb. Kuzzj I o. or the Woozie Wolf coming?" "No. neither of them." answered Mr. Red Breast. But a thick, white, misty fog Is blowing up from the mar-v"li mar-v"li swamp, and if you don't start home now. you may no lost In the fog." rhank you I II hop home at once " Bald the bunny Away hopped the bunny, hut he had in i on. . ry far before, all of a sud- i n the white mist came rolling up from the marsh, and soon I'ncle Wlg-was Wlg-was compassed about by a white fog, through which he could seo only a little ways in any direction. "Dear me!" exclaimed the rabbit uni 1. This is quite dreadful' I wonder won-der which way I ought to hop to get homi ' I guoss I'll go to the left.'' He hopped a few steps that way. but. all of a sudden, he bumped his pink nose against a rough tree which ho couldn't see on account of the fog. This Is the wrong way'" sighed I'ncle Wlgglly. softly rubbing his sore no.se with his paw, 'I must hop to the right " He bad not gone far that way before ill of a sudden, he felt his long ears getting tangled in some wild grape vines "Thi-i will never do!" cried the bunny. bun-ny. "I'll be caught like a deer" I gui 8 I'd better ro straight ahead ' He did 'his for a little way, but soon the Fog was thi- ker than c-r. He couldn't Ivhore he was going and tumbled into a hole. 1 lh, dear! I'm nil turned around' I lam lout' I can't find the path to my 'bungalow. I can't wee through this fog!" cried poor Uncle Wlgglly. Ho was just ffolnjr to call for hHp. but ho was afraid the Wolf or the Fox might i hear him, when, all of a sudden, the 'bunny smelled something. I "Sassafras shortcake' That's whst I ! smell!" exclaimed the bunny. "And j the smell is coming rlRht from behind ' me' It mu;t be Nurse Jane's sassafras shortcake that I smell! If i can't see 'my way back to the bungalow, 1 can i smell mv way back! Hurrav. I'm all right'" Turning around Uncle Wlgglly followed fol-lowed his pink nose, always turning In the direction where the smell of the sassafras shortcake was strongest. And In a short time though he could hardly hard-ly see at all because or the fog. the bunny reached his bungalow. Just in time for supper. "Oh. It was very lucky you told me you were going to have sassafras shortcake'" laughed Mr Iongears, as he sat down to eat "The good smell led me home'" And ho and Nurse Jane were very happy. So, If the little goat doesn't blow its horn and make the lit t lo girl s red stockings think its Christmas, when It la really the Fourth of July. Ill tell you next about Uncle Wlgglly and Mr Poke |