The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1917-08-14
Bedtime Stories
By HOWARD r. CARS

Uncle Wiggily and Sallie Growler.
Once upon a time, when Uncle Wig
gily Longears, the rabbit gentleman.
had hoped away from his hollow
stump bungalow looking for an adj
venture, he stopped under a tree in
which he could see, by looking up,
large nest.
Now I wonder" said Uncle Wiggily
to himself, whether that is a squir-
find out"
1t did not take him long, for, about
as soon afterward as it would have
taken him to chew lettuce leaf, the
bunny uncle heard a voice up in the
tree-nest saying:
Now. sallie. you can't go, and there
! is no use in your asking again. 1t
isn't right for you to CO."
But. mother! 1 want to go,''
don't want you to. Sallie. so
| that's all there is to it. And, oh.
| look!" s1-.-.-1--..,--.,
| Il don't care," growled Sister Sal
lie. for it was the little squirrel girl
and Billie. l don't see why 1 can't"
and Sallie grumbled and growled as
| little squirrel girls sometimes do when
they eo, can't have what they want.
! oh, Salliei I'm ashamed of you"
said Mrs. Bushytail, the mother of
Johnnie and Billie. See, there's I'm
Gle Wiggily down on the ground un-
der the nest; and he's looking up at
you"
II don't care." growled salne again.
| WHAT'S the matter up there?" ask
! ed the jolly voice of the old rabbit
gentleman as he twinkled his pink
nose like a lollypop.
| oh, Johnnie and Billie have gone
| fishing over in the duck pond ocean"
answered Mrs. Bushytail, "and Sister
Saiiie is cross because she can't go.
| The boys take her, sometimes, but to-
day they didn't want to-"
1T isn't nice for little squirrel girls
TO be cross and growl,' said Uucle
! Wiggily. But still 1 know it isn't
any fun to stay home and not go fish
ing. How would you like to come
fishing with me, Sallie?"
Don't want tor" growled Sallie her
lips sticking out in a most unpleasant
pout. ~
why. Sallie Bushytail! I'm more
ashamed of you than ever!" cried her
mother. You must go fishing with
/ Uncle Wiggily when he is SO good as
| to invite you. Here, I'll help you get
ready, and perhaps when you come
back from having had a good time,
you won't be SO cross and gr wlery."
i So Mrs. Bushytail combed Sallies
| hair and started her off with the bun
ny uncle fishing. Sallie thought she
didn't want to go. and she pouted and
grOwled and looked cross
! But Uncle Wiggily only blinked his
eyes, twinkled his pink nose and said
nothing. He went on toward another
fishing place, where he knew Johnnie
and Billie wouldn't see him, and then
he helped Sallie get her hook and line
| ready, and pretty soon they were both
| fishing.
Still Sallie sulked and pouted and
| sort of growled inside her and she
didn't say a word until. all at once.
| Uncle Wiggily sort Of bent his ears
forward, and listening like, srid:
| "Harkl''
What is it?" pleasantly asked Sal
lie, before she thought.
81 think I've caught a fish, went
on the bunny uncle. Then he pulled
up his pole and line quickly, and,
surely enough, on the hook there was
a fish
But, OH such an unpleasant fish!
1t had a big ugly mouth, with horns
sticking out of the sides of its head.
Its tail was covered with spikes and
there were prickly spines on its fins.
And all the while it Topped around
and grunted and moaned. squealed
| and growled.
What sort of a fish is that" asked
the little girl squirrel
That said Uncle wiggily, twink
ling his pink nose the least bit. lis
called a Sallie Growler. II isn't named
after you, OF course. Sallie. but that
| really is its name, at least in the At
lantic ocean near Asbury Grove.
guess we don't want such fish as
Sallic GROWER. do WEI"
So Uncle Wiggily threw the ugly
fish back into the water again. and
as Sallie saw it Hopping thru the air.
and thought how unpleasant it had
looked and how il growled. she said:
/ Uncle Wiegily, I'm sorry was
cross and growled. Thank you for
taking me fishing. I'm not going to
be bad any more, for, If ] am, ] mighS
! get to look like the Sallie Grower"
"T hope not" said the bunny uncle.
| but I guess, after this. We'll call those
fish just Growers without any Sailie
to their names"
And so he did. And he and the lit
tie squirrel girl had nice time SO:
/ if the lightning bug doesn't try to read
the fly paper and forget to shine the
looking glass in the moving pictures.
I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggiiy
and the wringer.-(CopyTight, 1917,
by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.)