El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1918-12-16
Bedtime Story for the Little Ones
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CLOSET
By r


III TELL. where in the world ari
w you going now?" asked Nurs'
Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady
housekeeper. as she saw Uncle Wig
giIy Longears. the bunny gentleman
starting out Of his hollow stumT
bungalow one day. where are You
going looking like that2" asked
Nurse Jane.
Looking like what2' Mr.. LOngears
wanted to know, as he peeped ovel
one side of his pink twinkling nose
rs anything the matter with my red
white and blue stiped rheumatism
crutch2" he asked.
Nothing in the world" spoke
Nurse Jane. but you do look so fun
ny with that old ragged coat on. and
that cap which is as ragged as if if
had played in a football game"
Maybe IL has" said Uncle Wiggly.
But 1 see what you mean L have
on my old clothes, and the reason ]
have is that / am going to rake over
the cinders and pick out the pieces
Of coal that are still good to burn.
You know 1 sifted the ashes the 9TH
er day"
Yes, know you did" replied
Nurse Jane.
Well" went on Uncle Wiggily,
after the ashes were sifted there
was left the fine dust, which is only
good to throw away, or sprinkle on
the sidewalk where it's all ice. Then
there is the good coal and the Gin
ders. Now I am going to pick the
good coal out from the cinders."
And what are you going TO do
with the cinders?" Nurse Jane want
ed to know.
Them said Uncle Wiggily with a
smile IF they aren't good for any
thing else you may use one for a
nutmeg crater"
Yes, I suppose they would do for
that" spoke Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. with
a smile -Cinders are so rough and
scratchy like"
Wen. here I go out 10 pick some
out of the ashes and save the good
coal" said Uncle Wiggily.
So. wearing lis old clothes. that he
might not get his good ones all dust,
especially his tall. silk hat, Uncle
Wlggily went out 10 the ash pile.
He picked out the black pieces Of
coal and put them in a little heap by
themselves. for they would be good
TO burn on cold winter days. Moth
ing must be wasted you know. and,
since the war is over. we must save
even more than We did before
The big. clinkery cinders. which
looked something lige the candy
called peanut clusters, Uncle Wiggily
put in a pile by themselves Great.
rough hunks Of cinders Uncle Wig
gily put in a heap by themselves, as
he saved the good coal
All Of a sudden along came hop
ping the bad old Snitcher. Now a
Snitcher is as mean as he can be He
always has an itchy place in the mid
die Of his back, where he can't reach
ii. and. as this always tickles him.
perhaps that is what makes him so
mean. Anyhow. along came Looping.
or cantering. or pacing or ambling-I
however Snitchers travel-this par
ticular one. and he, a bad chap. be-
gan rubbing himself up against the
fence
oh, my back Ny back, Ny backi"
he howled.
What's the matter with your
back2" asked Uncle Wiegily, stop
ping for the moment What's the
matter with your back. my frfend2 ?"
I'm not your friendr howIed the
snitcher. And the matter with my
back is that it itches terrible in the j
middle where I can't reach 1t to
scratch. Now, look here. Mr.. Long I
easi Either you've got to scratch 4
my back or I'll bite some souse off
your earsi'