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Show BEDTIME STORIES j By HOWARD R. GAR1S 4 . . I WTt;t.Il,V M THE Ui i.-Copyright, i.-Copyright, HOC. by BlcClure NTows-paper NTows-paper Syndicate. (By Howunl H. Garis. i "You like cherry pie. don't ou. Uncle Wlgglly"" asked Nurse Jane one day. as she came into the sitting room of tho hollow stump bungalow where tho bunny rabbit gentleman was lying ly-ing down after dinner to take a little cap. "Cherry plo? I'm very fond of It." he answered, having awakened from his sleep. "And Inc I took ii"- brick out of the chtmnoy, and as the stove IrBB doesn't smoke any more. I suppose you arc going to bake mo a cherry Pie" "I would if 1 had a rolling pin." answered an-swered Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy "Is that something to play with, like a rattle box?" asked the bunny. "No, Indeed!" exclaimed the musk-rat musk-rat lady housekeepi r. "A rolling pin is a round piece t.f wood, with a handle on either end. You use the rolling pin to roll out the piecrust very thin, so it can be yprend over the top of the cherries." "Sqrt of like a bcdoullt'" chuckled the. bunny. "Well, somewhat like that yes," admitted Nurse Jan--. ' I love ur . i'" oU want me to make a pie, please get me a rolling pin." "I will." promised Untie Wigglly. " But where is the one you had the other day?" "Oh. Curly Twistytail, the little pig-1 IB trie boy, asked mi1 to let him take my 'fj rolling pin," explained Nurse Jane. "I thought ho wanted to borrow it for his mother, and I let him take It. But j. -what do you suppose he did with it?" m "I haven't the least Idea." said Uncle . Wigglly, putting on hie tall sll T ready to go out "I never wan k I b.1 gui rain i Iddlc . T II me, hat did ihr. Uttle plggie bov do with your roll-i roll-i nig pin?" I "Ho and hlf? brother Floppy sawed k It Into little round wheels tor their I roller skates," laughed Nurse Jane. "I I tried to be angry at them, but I couldn't. However, I need a new roll- lng pin " "And ymi shall have H " p-iuniscd ("nfle W'lgglly, as he hopped over the j fields and through the woods on his red, white and blue-striped rheuma-j 'tism crutch Pretty Hoon he came to the rolling pin store Of course the I monkey doodle gentleman who ow ned ; the str.r, had ..t.'ier things In Ir In-sides In-sides rolling pins but a rolling pin was all l.'nclc Wigglly wanted Just then. "Here is one of the finest pins In jthe store," said the monkey doodle gentleman to the bunny. "I-et me see how it rolls. ' as!cd Uncle Wigglly, W iti h ." beKKl-d the monkey doodle gentleman He placed the round, wooden thing on the counter, and it rolled from one , n, (,, 1 other all by itself "Fir take thai It will be fine for Nurse Jorie." said the tiunny. She Can make lots of pies that way " "Of apurse, the pin Will not roll pie crust put by it ol r. the way It rolled along the counter." said the monkoy doodle gentleman. "fill, I understand !" laughed Uncle igglly. "But I just wanted to see if it would roll by itself." Then, tucking the rolling pin under his paw. the bunny started off toward his hollow stump bungalow. He had n i u c, v f., r f,,. ,. .,, ,,nrr Fncle Wigglly heard u noise behind him and a rustling In the bushes. i "Oh, dear' i h. dear!" thought the' bunny gentleman. "Something Is after af-ter me again a Fox or a Wolf, or maybe even tho Sklllery Bcallery Alligator! Alli-gator! I'm going to run:" Run the bunny did. but the noise and the rustling In the bushes sounded nearer and nearer. "Oh, I'm going to hop;" cried Uncle Wigglly. anil hop he did a 1 Quickly as anything. Hut. the noise rind the rustling In the bushes CORK nearer and nearer, and. po as fust ;is 1 he did, the bunny could not leave it I behind. "Something ig chasing me!" thought the rabl.it gentleman. "I ' can't run or hop fast enough by mv-self. mv-self. What shall 1 do I know; I'll 1 stand up on the rolling pin. That will roll over and over like I barrel, and if 1 ran keep my paws goln? fast enough so the rolling pin will carry me along I may -he H.ife' I'll do It:" Uncle Wigglly tried to stand up on I the round rolling pin. but it sllppi d out from under hlni ,-nd down he fell, ker bunko, in the dried leave! "Oh. now the Fox will get me:" j thought poor Mr. Longoars. Something jumped out of the j buhei. but instead of h Fox nibbling the bunny's ears a kind voice said: "Oh, Unole Wfjsjgfly, why were you in such a hurry? Why did you run away from me? I'vo been chasing you over since you came out of the Store, I want to play tag!" And there wax Baby Bunty: "Well'" exclaimed Inch Wigglly, getting up and picking up the rolling Pin. "Well!" nd then. because j be couldn't think of anything else to saj he exclaimed again: "Woll!" "Ha! Hal" laughed Baby Bunt "1 guess you thought 1 v. as the Wolf, or Fox. didn't you?" Mr. Longcars never saUl a word. But all the same, when Nurse Jane made a flaky trust with the new roll-ink- pin Baby Bunty bad some of the pi Though It was a !oti time before thi bunny's heart Stopped beating extra ex-tra fast And if the head of lettuce doesn't try to wear the baby's lace cap when it goes snowballing with the fire .shovel. I'll tell you next about Fncle I Wigglly and the orange tree. |