El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1916-12-06

can't eat pancakes in my parlorr
! Il know 1 can't and I don't want 10.
| spoke the bunny uncle. i just pu
| that in for fun I can hardly wait 70
! morning" he said as he went to be-
: TO dream about the pancakes.
| But alas The next morning. whei
I Uncle Wiggily hoped out of bed, an'
I started down stairs TO eat his break
| fast. there was no nice smell Of burninl
hickory logs in the fireplace and NJ
nice smell of baking pancakes o.
( honey, either.
y wonder what can have happened -
thought Mr Loneears- Nurse Jane
must be i'll. or she would have beer
down long ago 70 get breakfast Miss
Fuzzy WuzZyi Oh. JANET" called Tn
Gle Niggily- What's the natter"
on. everything sadly answered the
muskrat lady up in her room. I have
such a dreadful headache that 1 can't
see, and I'm afraid 7 can't bake your
pancakes II is too bad"
Never mind" said Uncle Wiggily.
kindly = can make my own cakes.
] think. But first I will bring up a
cup of tea for you. II may make your
head better"
Uncle wiggily made the tea. and
Nurse Jane thanked him for bringing
I don't believe you know how 10
make the cakes" she said IF you walt
until tomorrow morning. I'll be able TO
get around and"
say no morer' laughed Uncle Wig
gily- Just you go 10 sleep and forget
your headache. I'm sure can bake
the pancakes. You have the flour and
water batter all mixed. YOU know, and
all III have TO do viii be to pour some
Of it out in a little round spot ike
big silver dollar on the hot griddle and
there you arei'
Well, maybe you can do it," said
Nurse Jane. as she turned over and
closed her eyes. for her head hurt
Down in the kitchen of the hollow
stump bungalow went the Bunny He
stirred up the pancake dough. or bat
ger, that Nurse Jane had mixed the
night before, ard then, putting a little
dab OF the batter on the hot griddle
that was on the stove. the rabbit gen
lemen watched the pancake beginning
TO bake.
Little holes came in the top. and
then the cake turned brown and began
to smoke It smoked more and more
and then it began to burn
-Ha, Something wrong here. said
Uncle Wiggily. That cake is spoiled.
III throw il away and make another"
He did. but the second one burned. and,
just as the third one was also burning,
who should come along but Dr. Pos
sum. who got up early to pay visit
to Mr.. Whitewash, the polar bear. who
had a cold in his fur.
What's the trouble. Uncle Wiggily2-
asked the doctor animal, coming
around TO the kitchen door.
4 seem to be burning all my pan
cakes exclaimed the rabbit gentle
man. as he told how Nurse Jane was
i'll. and how he was getting his own
breakfast But something is wrong.
though I don't know what II IS, said
the bunny
Let me see how you DO it spoke
DR.. Postum
Uncle Wiggily poured some more
batter on the hot griddle- That cake
smoked ana burned, too
NO wonder" cried Dr. Postum You
must turn the cakes over. Just as you
turn eggs When they are brown on
one side, flop them over on the other.
SO they can cook. That's why they
burn-because you don't turn them
No wonder" cried Uncle Wiggily.
" How silly Of me, Where Is the pan
cake turner"
They looked all over the kitchen
for II. but it was not TO be found Mrs
Wibblewobble, the duck lady had Dor
rowed il and forgot TO bring it back.
and Nurse Jane forgot TO tell Uncle
Wiggily about it
bake cakes" said DR.. Postum and il
began to look as though Uncle Wiggily
would have none for his breakfast
But all Of sudden. along came
roodie Flat-tail. the little beaver ami
NAL boy Toodle's tail was fiat just
ike a pancake turner, and when he
had dipped il in cols snow, so he would
not be burned. he turned over the hot
pancakes IOr Oncie htSElAS ana LAtS
were nicely baked and Drowned on both
sides. Then the bunny made enough
for himself and DR.. POssum. and OF
course, for TOOdle, the beaver boy.
So they had a nice breakfast after
all, YOU see, and Nurse James head was
all better by dinner time And if the
grape vine on our fence doesn't climb
up in my window and take my hair
brush to polish the cats back. III tell
you next about Uncle Wiggily and the
lost squirrel.
Copyright, 1915. by Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)