Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1920-12-19

lore, all OF sudden, as they were
hopping over the fields, they
/ heard cry Of:
Wit! Wit! Wit"
who is that?" asked Baby
| Bunty running back and smuggling
up to Uncle Wiggily. rs it the
| Woozie Wolf, the Fuzzy Fox or the
Black Bushy Bear?"
Neither one, hope" spoke the
| bunny gentleman. Neither of
them calls that way. 1t sounds like
a bird Yes, it is a bird" Uncle
Wiggily went on, as he looked to.
ward a little pond where the warn.
sun had melted a hole in the ice
| And he seems to be in trouble"
witt Wit! Wit" came the call
again. II am in trouble. Uncle
Wiggily. One of my long. slend<r
legs is caught in the crack of a
stone where | perched to see if 1
could dip up something to eat from
the pond"
Uncle Wiggily and Baby Bunty
hurried over to where they could
see a bird with brown feathers on
| its back, speckled brown and white
underneath, with a long, slender
bill, long, slender legs, land with
slash of white feathers over his
eye. The bird was standing on a
cracked stone.
"Pll help you get your leg
loose" said kind Uncle Wiggily,
and he did, with his red, white and
blue striped rheumatism crutch.
'"Fhank you, Uncle Wiggilyi
M, \
he bobbed up and down in the
queerest way you can imagine.
First his head would go down and
his tail would go up, and then his
tail would go down and his head
would go up, and he would call:
wit! Wit! Wit"
"Who are you?" asked Uncle
Wiggily.
81 am Mr.. Tip Up" was the an
swer.
well, that name seems to fit
you!" laughed Baby Bunty. please
tip up some more. ! like it,"
So the long legged and long
billed bird tipped and tilted him
self again. 1t looked just as though
he might be making a lot of po-
LUG boWr, Oltt dllti Vie Oltltl.
well, | am glad we happened
along to help you,' said Uncle
Wiggily.
a am glad, also," spoke Mr..
Tip Up. "And if ever l can do you
favor / shall be most happy. r.
am also called the Spotted Sand
piper, and though + cannot play a
hornpipe / can whistle little"
And the Spotted Sandpiper, or
Mr.. Tip Up, uttered his whistling
cry of:
"Wit! Wit! witt"
Then he skipped along, bobbingI
up and down, just as though bow
ing at everything he saw. Uncle
Wiggily took Baby Bunty to look
in the Christmas windows of Toy
Town, and the little rabbit girl
had a lovely time.
When she and Uncle Wiggily
were on their way back to the
hollow stump bungalow and Baby
Bunty was wondering what she
would get for Christmas, all of al
sudden, out from behind a stump
popped the Black Bushy Bear.
Nov / have you, Uncle Wiggi-
ly" growled the Bear mo one
shall fool me and get you away
from me now before / nibble
you"
"Oh, dear! Please let Uncle
Wiggily go!" begged Baby Bunty.
NO, MOI" growled the Bushy
Bear.
ooh do, for my sake!" chirped
another voice. and there on the
path stood Mr.. Tip Up Sandpiper.
And as he stood there he tipped
his head down and his tail up, and
then his tail down and his head
up, just as though making a polite
bow
"Oh! who are you?" asked the
bear, and he made a bow, only not
so fast as Mr.. Tip Up, for the bear
was fat and heavy, ready for his
long winter sleep.
"Oh! / am Mr.. Spotted Sand !
piper" said the bird and he tipped
up and bowed again.
Now the bear was very polite,
or thought he was, and he WASH
going to let a bird bow more often
or be more polite than he could be.
So fast as Mr.. Tip Up tilted him
self the bear bowed also. But the
Sandpiper could bow ever so much
faster than the bear and at last
the bear, who was trying to keep
up with the bird, bowed so rapidly
that he grew dizzy and down he
fell! Ker bunk!
Nov is your chance, Uncle Wig
gily! Rum" cried Mr.. Tip UP. "I
bowed fast on purpose so the bear
would initiate me and topple over!
Run! Rum"
Then, before the bear got over
being dizzy from bowling, Uncle
Wiggily and Baby Bunty hoped
on, and Mr. Tip Up flew away. And
oh! that bear was as mad as hops
when he could stand up! But we
don't care, do We? And if the
loIlypop doesn't jump off its stick
and try to go roller skating with
the egg heater, I'll tell you next
about Uncle Wiggily and the
flicker.