El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1919-07-25


man Still. If you'll tell me what you
would like I'll try to bake It for you
How did you know it was some
thing good to eat2" asked Uncle Wig
giIy, as he twinkled his pink nose for
a change
"Oh. guessed it." answered Nurse
Jane. Was I rightH'
You were" laughed the bunny. I'd
like an apple pie. Do you s'pose you
I could if I had the apples an
swered Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. 1 have
everything for pies but the apples"
Then I'll get the apples." said the
rabbit gentleman Soon, in his auto
mobile. from which he had taken the
sprinkling rain water barrel. about
which I told you two stories ago.
Uncle WigEily rode over the fields
and through the woods looking for
apples for pies.
The first orchard he came 70 was
kept by a nice monkey doodle gentle
man farmer.
Pm sorry. Uncle Wiggily," said the
monkey-doodle, but none Of my ap-
pies are ripe yet. and they. are too
small for pies. Try Mr. Stubtail. the
gentleman bear next door,
Dear mel I'm very sorry. Uncle
WlggIly." said Mr.. Stubtail. the gen.
tleman bear. But my apples are al
together too sweet for pies They
would be all right to bake in the
oven, with cream. but for pies they
are Of no use, and I suppose you want
pies2"
yes. Ihave my heart set on an apple
pie. and Nurse Jane is going to bake
it for me-" said Uncle Wiggily. as he
got in his auto again
Try Grandpa Goosey Camden. next
door," suggested Mr.. Stubtail. and
when Uncle Wiggiiy went there
Grandpa Goosey said
Now. Uncle Wiggily, you know
"a
apples included But my apples are
so sour that. really. they'd Ducl1er
Nurse James pies all up. Still. II you'd
like 10 take some you are welcome"
We'll. spoke the bunny rabbit gen
tleman. this is the third place I've
your sour ones. Grandpa Goosey."
Just tell Nurse Jane TO put in
plenty Of sugar when she makes the
pies. and ] think they'll be all right"
said Grandpa Goosey. as he put the
sour apples in bag for Uncle Wig
gily.
7 will" said the rabbit gentleman
as once more he hoped into his auto
and started off He had not gone very
for on his way to the hollow stump
bungalow before. all OF sudden. he
heard some voices calling;
Hold on therei Wait minute, We
want youi"
Thinking. at first, it might be some
-of his friends. the, animal children.
Uncle Wiggily stopped the auto. and
then up rushed the Pipsisewah. the
Skeezicks and the SkuddlemagoOn.
"Oh, hoi" cried the Pipsisewah. as
he grabbed hold of the steering wheel.
We caught Uncle Wiggily easily that
timer"
''Yes, and we'll take all his souse. =
howled the Skeezicks-
And wen also take whatever he
has in this bag" added the Skuddle-
ma q he fnh1rad a n
J the auto.
@Oh. please don't take those ap-
Pies" begged the bunny They are
for pies. and. besides. they are So
He was going to say sour" but the
Pip didn't give him a chance.
Wen take every apple you have
and your souse. toor cried the bad
chap. But first We'll each eat an
apple" He reached in the bag. took
a big bite of one of the very sour
up and he couldn't get his mouth open
| at all
| Sluddlemagoon-
The Pip only puckered up his face
worse than ever and his mouth closed
/ tighter
''Oh. how cried the Skeezicks. They
must be fine apples. or he wouldn't be
making such a funny face
And he doesn't want to tell US the
Z
we'll eat them all and give him none, .
said the Skuddlemagoon. That's why
I the Pip doesn't open his mouth. Come
on. Skee. Wen bite an apple for our
! selves,'
So the Skee bit an apple. and so DID
/ the Skuddle Giving them their short
/ nau7esl. and. Of course. their faces all
puckered up. and they couldn't open
/ their mouths wide enough to take out
pieces of apples. So neither the Pip
siseEah. the Skeezicks nor the Skud-
! dlemagoon could bite any souse of
Uncle Wigsily's ears.
We'll. here's where I leave your
/ laughed the bunny rabbit. as he start
ed his auto. and away he went. while
/ the three bad chaps had to 20 to ths
dentists TO have him open theii
mouths. which were shut tight by the
sour. puciSery APPLES.
But Nurse Jane used plenty OF
I sugar. and she made a fine pie fol
the bunny rabbit gantlem7n.-Cony-
right. 1919. by Mcclure Newspaper
] Syndicate