El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1916-04-18
Story For the Little Ones
"Uncle Wiggily and the Lard"
By HOWARD, B. GARIS.

- NE day Uncle Wiggily Longears,
the bunny uncle, started for a
walk through the woods, think
ing perhaps, he might meet with an ad-
venture. such as having a little mouse
pull his tail, or the sldllery- scarlery al
ligator try to tickle him with a lollypop
stick
But when Mr.. Longears had hoped
along for some time on his red, white
and blue striped rheumatism crutch,
and nothing had happened, he said, out
loud:
ture today. which is too bad"
And just then, If you will kindly be-
lieve me- as / hope you always do, the
bunny uncle heard a voice saying:
But / don't want to go TO the store!
want TO 90 play ball with the other
boys. It isn't any fun to go TO the
Il know it isn't, Sammie," spoke an
other voice, but / have no one else TO-
send. and 1 should think you would
wen. love you, mother. Of course,
but 1 really don't want to 60, was
what Uncle Wiggily heard next ana
then the bunny Uncle said;
We'll. that sounds like trouble
must see what II is all about
So he peeked through the bushes ana
there he saw, in front Of a burrow, or
underground house, Sammie Littletall,
the rabbit boy. And Sammte's mother
was there also. asking him 10 go 10
the store for her.
But Sammie did not want to go He
wanted 70 plav ball with JOHNNIE ana
Billie Bushytail the squirrel boys.
"Sammie, you really must 60 SPOKE
his mother after waiting bit Kun
along now, like good Iltue bunny
boyl Go to the store. -s e..,,
Here is where ] come IN: SAID Ohcle
WigEily TO himself and tnen' WIN
Jolly laugh, he popped out from be hi
the bush and cried, just as II hotnlhs
had happened: ,,,+
70 take n walk in the woods with me-
'Oh. vest" said Sammie, quickly; re
,vas always ready to walk with Onciee
Wiggily, even Wheh lheie vas
Come along then" said the. bunny
Gentleman. sort OF blinking ms hOSo
nj Mrs. Littletail behind Sammle paCn
wen take a walk. and-hello; Whal 3
tbis2 why YOU have money IN your
r,avi'' he cried to Sammle. as ne sa"
some pieces of silver why, san aillii ~
aid YOU find the pot OF gold at tne
end Of the rainbow ~. ,...,,s,,1
ike Mother just gave me this money
10 go to the store for her anu 6eI .
pound Of lard. but - ana SaiIlInie
fe1t sort of ashamed TO say ne uluu
want to run on the errand for ms nice
bunnv mother, so he stopped talking.
"To the store for lard, ehF cried (
Uncle Wiggily. just as If he hadn
known il all the while. why that
just finel Come along, Wen go 20
ssether often go to the store Tor
Nurse Jane Sammie and 1 viii get the
lard am right. Mrs. Littletail," said Mr..
Iongears twinkling his pink nose
Thank you" spoke the rabbit
mother And then Sammie didn't iind
any more fault, or say he wished 10
20 to the ball game. He just went
right on to the store with Uncle Wig
what is the lard for. sammie?" the
rabbit gentleman asked as they hop9ed
along together through the woods.
NY mother is going to bake a pie
with it." answered Sammie
"a piel Oh, how jolly" cried Uncle /
Wiggily. why, can't go to the store |
too fast for Nurse Jane when she IS /
going TO bake pie. Let's hurry"
Then Sammfe wished he had not said /
ANYTHING about not wanting TO go on /
the errand for his mother. He hoped I
along beside Uncle Wiggily and soon
they were at the lard store.
The monkey-doodle gentleman who
kept il put the slippery, greasy lard
in a butter box, and then carefully
carrying IL so II would not spill, Uncle
wiggily and Samuel started back home
again.
They had not gone very far before
il began TO rain regular April
shower, the drops pelting down through
the new green leaves on the trees.
'Myi" cried Uncle Wiggily. I'm
afraid we are going to get wet. Sammie, /
my boy" For Uncle Wiggily had for
gotten TO bring his umbrella. Were
going TO get very wet, Sammie," he
said
"Oh. no. we're not. Uncle WiggiIy."
cried the little bunny chan. Dosftive
like and sure.
why aren't WEEP Mr.. Longears
wanted to know.
Because i see 2 hollow log into
which we can crawl and stay until the 4
shower is over" and Sammie pointed to
a big log lying on the ground IL was
as hollow as a macaroni stick, or a
putty blower, but much larger Of 4
course. Into this hollow log crawled |