The Washington herald., 1920-10-28
Children S Sunrise Stories
Howard r.
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UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WALKING DOLL

Once upon a time, when Uncle
Wiggily was out walking in the
woods, not far from his hollow
stump bungalow, he heard a voice.
singing, as it were, this little song:
Now / skip and now I hop,
Next l do fippy flop.
But l soon must hurry home,
For 'tis time my hair to comb"
Uncle Wiggily stopped, looked and
listened, just as it tells you to do at
railroad crossing where the choo
choO cars puff along.
81 wonder who that is?" said the
bunny gentleman to himself. TT
cannot be any of the animal chill
dren, for they would speak of comb
ing their fur or their feathers, un-
less it might be Munchie Trot, the
pony boy, and he hardly ever combs
his hair. l WONDER
But just then Uncle Wiggily heard
voice crying:
"Oh, dear, I'm caught fast! Oh,
my foot is caught and 1 can't get
loose! Oh, what shall ! do? Cora
Janet will be so surprised when she
looks in my carriage and finds that
I'm gone, Oh. l never should have
come out by myselfr'
This is very strange" said the
bunny rabbit.
Uncle Wiggily looked around the
corner of a mulberry bush, and there
he saw what at first he thought was
a little girl. with blue eyes and gold
en- hair, caught fast under a log
that had rolled on her feet. But
when he looked a second time, Mr..
Longears saw that the creature was
a large doll. And the funny part
of it was she seemed to be moving
about. trying to get her feet loose.
And she was saying:
"Oh. who will help me? Who will
help me-"
81 will, of course" cried Uncle
Wiggily. who was brave and kind,
as usual. Il will help you" said
the bunny rabbit. But it is very
strange to see a doll that can walk
and talk"
well, l am that kind of a doll"
was the answer. When Cora Janet,
the little girl who owns me, winds
up the springs inside me. can walk
and talk. Today she wound me UP.
and when she wasn't looking I
thought l would run away and have
an adventure. So did, but now I
wish I hadn't. For this log rolled
on my feet, and l cannot get loose.
And, just as l sang in the song it is
time l went home and had my hair
combed. Oh dear! What shall I do ~
I'll get you loose, so you may
walk home" spoke Uncle wiggily,
And then, with his red, white and
blue striped rheumatism crutch, the
bunny gentleman rolled the log off
the feet of the walking doll, so she
could travel on again.
"Oh, thank you, so much, Uncle
Wiggily!" she called to him. 'If
ever I can do you a favor 1 will"
The bunny gentleman hardly
thought a doll, even IL she did walk
and talk, could ever do him a favor.
but you just wait and see.
That same afternoon, when the
bunny gentleman was on his way
home from the store. with some
soap suds bubbles for Nurse Jane
to wash the clothes, he heard in the
woods another voice crying, and it
was saying:
"oh, dear! Oh, poor squeakie-
Eekie, What shall / do? 1t was
all my fault! Oh. dear me, SUI
|dudr'
MY goodness" exclaimed Uncle
Wiggily. This is more trouble. Ir
have guessed right. And it sounds
like friends of mine. / must see
what l can do to help
So the bunny gentleman looked
between the sassafras and the null
berry bushes, and there he saw Su-
sic Littletail, the rabbit girl, stand
ing near Squeakie-E -Eekie, the tiny
cousin mouse.
What is the matter, SUSIE"
asked Uncle Wiggily.
"Oh, something terrible has hap
pened, ,"Nsaid Susie. Il took Squeak
ie-Eekie out for a walk, but she
stubbed her toe over pine tree cone
on the ground. and she has sprained
her ankle. Now she can't walk, and
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