STORY VI UNCLE WIGGILY AT THE PARTY
STORY VII UNCLE WIGGILY IN A PARADE
STORY VIII UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE FOUNTAIN
STORY IX UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE DOG
STORY X UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE MONKEY
STORY XI UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BOYS
STORY XII UNCLE WIGGILY IN A BALLOON
STORY XIII UNCLE WIGGILY IN AN AUTO
STORY XIV UNCLE WIGGILY IN A BOAT
STORY XV UNCLE WIGGILY MAKES A PIE
STORY XVI UNCLE WIGGILY AND PERCIVAL
STORY XVII UNCLE WIGGILY IN A WELL
STORY XVIII UNCLE WIGGILY AND JENNIE CHIPMUNK
STORY XIX UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE LANTERN
STORY XX UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PAPER HOUSE
STORY XXI UNCLE WIGGILY IN A PAPER BOAT
STORY XXII UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE MUD PIE
STORY XXIII UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE ELEPHANT
STORY XXIV UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CHERRY TREE
STORY XXV UNCLE WIGGILY AND GRANDPA GOOSEY
STORY XXVI UNCLE WIGGILY'S ICE CREAM CONES
STORY XXVII UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE RED ANTS
STORY XXVIII UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BAD GIANT
STORY XXIX UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE GOOD GIANT
STORY XXX UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE GIANT'S BOY
STORY XXXI UNCLE WIGGILY AND DADDY LONGLEGS
STORY I
UNCLE WIGGILY STARTS OFF
Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice old gentleman rabbit, hopped out of bed one morning and started to go to the window, to see if the sun was shining. But, no sooner had he stepped on the floor, than he cried out:
"Oh! Ouch! Oh, dear me and a potato pancake! Oh, I believe I stepped on a tack! Sammie Littletail must have left it there! How careless of him!"
You see this was the same Uncle Wiggily, of whom I have told you in the Bedtime Books—the very same Uncle Wiggily. He was an Uncle to Sammie and Susie Littletail, the rabbit children, and also to Billie and Johnnie Bushytail, the squirrel boys, and to Alice and Lulu and Jimmie Wibblewobble, the duck children, and I have written for you, books about all those characters. Now I thought I would write something just about Uncle Wiggily himself, though of course I'll tell you what all his nephews and nieces did, too.
Well, when Uncle Wiggily felt that sharp pain, he stood still for a moment, and wondered what could have happened.
"Yes, I'm almost sure it was a tack," he said. "I must pick it up so no one else will step on it."
So Uncle Wiggily looked on the floor, but there was no tack there, only some crumbs from a sugar cookie that Susie Littletail had been eating the night before, when her uncle had told her a go-to-sleep story.
"Oh, I know what it was; it must have been my rheumatism that gave me the pain!" said the old gentleman rabbit as he looked for his red, white and blue crutch, striped like a barber pole. He found it under the bed, and then he managed to limp to the window. Surely enough, the sun was shining.
"I'll certainly have to do something about this rheumatism," said Uncle Wiggily as he carefully shaved himself by looking in the glass. "I guess I'll see Dr. Possum."
So after breakfast, when Sammie and Susie had gone to school, Dr. Possum was telephoned for, and he called to see Uncle Wiggily.
"Ha! Hum!" exclaimed the doctor, looking very wise. "You have the rheumatism very bad, Mr. Longears."
"Why, I knew that before you came," said the old gentleman rabbit, blinking his eyes. "What I want is something to cure it."
"Ha! Hum!" said Dr. Possum, again looking very wise. "I think you need a change of air. You must travel about. Go on a journey, get out and see strange birds, and pick the pretty flowers. You don't get exercise enough."
"Exercise enough!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "Why, my goodness me sakes alive and a bunch of lilacs! Don't I play checkers almost every night with Grandfather Goosey Gander?"
"That is not enough," said the doctor, "you must travel here and there, and see things."
"Very well," said Uncle Wiggily, "then I will travel. I'll pack my valise at once, and I'll go off and seek my fortune, and maybe, on the way, I can lose this rheumatism."
So the next day Uncle Wiggily started out with his crutch, and his valise packed full of clean clothes, and something in it to eat.
"Oh, we are very sorry to have you go, dear uncle," said Susie Littletail, "but we hope you'll come back good and strong."
"Thank you," said Uncle Wiggily, as he kissed the two rabbit children and their mamma, and shook hands with Papa Littletail. Then off the old gentleman bunny hopped with his crutch.
Well, he went along for quite a distance, over the hills, and down the road, and through the woods, and, as the sun got higher and warmer, his rheumatism felt better.
"I do believe Dr. Possum was right!" said Uncle Wiggily. "Traveling is just the thing for me," and he felt so very jolly that he whistled a little tune about a peanut wagon, which roasted lemonade, and boiled and frizzled Easter eggs that Mrs. Cluk-Cluk laid.
"Ha! Where are you going?" suddenly asked a voice, as Uncle Wiggily finished