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Show S! ed-Time i :: Stories UNCLI WIOOILLV AND THS PIC. TUMI SOOK. Copyright,' by aict'lurs Newspaper gvnrllcste. By HOWAB.O B. OA Big. Ones upon a time Uncle Wlgglly waa sitting on ths porch of hollow stump bungalow, smelling the honeyauckle vine, snd waiting for Nurse Jane to come back from the five snd ten cent stros. The muekrst lady had gone there to buy herself a new gold plane. "Heigh ho!" murmured the bunny gentleman gen-tleman to himself ss hs listened to the heea humming In the honeysuckle, "1 wonder If I sm going to have sn sd. venture today aa I did yesterday, when ths Fox snd Wolf tried to cslch m! Hut I slid down the honeysuckle vine! Ha! Hs! I climbed down the honey-siu-klo vine and got away!" laughed the "ricie Wlgglly ass Just twinkling hla pink Itoee for the eeonn .time when all of a audden a voice aald: " "Well, I'ncle Wlgglly, hers I sm Kor a moment the bunny gentleman hardly dared move, aa he thought per-has per-has this might be the Hklllery Hcallery Alligator with the humps on bla tall or perhaps ths had Bob Cat. "Tea, hers 1 am!" went on ths voice. "(Hi. niy!" whispered the bunny. "I suppose you have come for soma ear Dibbles!" "Hear me. no!" snswsred a Jolly little, tausbing voles. "Why, Uncle wlgglly, don t you know me? I'm Haby Bunty . snd I came over here to be amused." "Oh!" exclaimed Mr. Imgears. snd his nlnk nose stsrted twinkling ssln. "I h. Baby Huntyl But what did you say yon I came for?" he aaked. "To he smused," answered ths little rabbit girl. "Mr. Utletsli has taken ..! mm Baal a la I hale .beta. ing suits to have their pictures taken. I hsd mine taken yeeterday ao I didn it hv to go now. But 1 didn't want to atay home sll alons so I came over to have you smuse me mske s good urns lor me," explained Baby Bunty. "Oh. ho!" toughed Uncle Wlgglly. "What do you call a good lime, or being be-ing amused?" "Please show me somt pltcures In a book snd tell me stories sbout them, hrsred Haby Bunty. "Haven't yeu any picture books. Uncle Wlgglly V Uncle V. nilly thought lor a moment. "I'm afraul.'' ha answorsd, "thst I havan't any picture books that you would like. Tou see U Is a long tlms since I used to live with ttsmmle snd Husie, ths uttls rabuit children, snd tell tnem stories irom picture books. All Uiese books are gone long ago." "oh. dear, sighed Bsby Bunty. I ra so dlaappol.itrd! I want to bs amused. 1 want to look at plciurea" The lively ; Utile rabbit girl ran In Uncle Wlgglly s bungalow. Hhe gave a squeal of delight ss she saw a book lying on a chair, l icking up this book, Beby Bunty darwed with it out on the porta where Uncle Wlgglly waa still sitting. "on, I found a booki i found a book! cried Baby Hunty. "Now you can eniuee me: Now you can show me lbs pictures slid tell me stories!" ... uul. alaa! VN heojtie opened ths boot Ttas all blank! 'lha pja were only plain white paper witnout either stories or pictures on Itosm. "nun good is a book Ilka that?" sighed Maoy Bunty. "Vthat good la a book without atoms or pictures In?" "Hum," remarked Uncle Wlgglly. "Not much good to you. at any rate. Baby Hunty. 1 bought that blank book, thinking think-ing aoms or t mm in write a story, but L naven't uon It yet." "Oh, i know wnst yoo oeJl do" cried Baby Bunty clapping her paws. "ou can draw me some aaoturea oo the blank pages with a pencil. Uncle) Wtgglty, and th.ii you tan tell me stories. Pieee draw me soins pictures la lis book ."' . "All right, 1 will!" premised ths bunny uncle, bo with a pencil he began draw-Ing draw-Ing pictures in tne blank book. Baby . Bunty sitting close and looking over his shoulder. . . ' ... I All of a sudden tbe bad Bob Cat with fuss on his ears began to sneak out rum behind a bush, creeping closer ana ciueer up to Uncle Wiggily snd Baby Hunty. As ths rabbits .! tbelr backs to h.m. tney did uot se'e ths Bob UaU "What's mat:' asaso Baby Bunty ss he watensd uaale Wiegily making a pic-lure. pic-lure. -J hat." ansewred tbe bunny gentleman as hs worked lbs pencil up and down. ' thai Is a groat big hunter man. Baby Bunty." "Mosrs's bla gun?" asksd th rabbit ""Thsrs's hi gun." ssid Uncle Wiggily, and bs drew a picture of a burner man with a gua. . . . "Can his gun shoot r asked Baby Bunty. Shs wss full el queetlona. "On, indeed It can snoot!" answsrsd fncls Wlgglly. "Here! I'll put soms powuer In n.e gun, and a bullet and tlivre! .ow I'm going lo have tne hunter man shoot his guu bang: Hs will sliool sll ths bad animals!" cried Uncle Wlgglly. He meant hs wss going lo msks this happen In a picture, but the Bob est, aneaklng up tneugni Uncle wiggiiy we. apeaklng of a real hunter wtta a gun. "oh. don't shoot! lion't let tne nuiitee man shoot mi:" howled the Hob Cat, and away hs ran not gsttlng Uncle M tgguy a ears at all. . "lis: Ha! J laugned the buajir uncle and Baby 'Bunty as they saw the bad chap run away. 'Thai's a fins picture'" ssid Bsby Bunl, aa she looked at lbs drawing of the nunter and his gun. "Now tell me the story. Uncls Wlgglly!" And Uncis Wiggily did the asms slory I bavs written writ-ten nere for yeu. |