The Washington herald., 1920-10-03
Some of Pictures Sent in In
dicate Grown Ups Are
Using Young Folks
Names - Which Isn't
Quite Fair.

cold for US in the field. Why did you
think there were more of us?"
Because Sammie said" be-
gan Uncle Wiggily.
We'll, 1t seemed like a million
mice" said the rabbit boy, sort of
ashamed of himself. Anyhow there
are seven" he went on, as he looked
at Mr.. and Mrs, Mouse and the five
children.
We'll, seven is a good way from
two million" remarked Uncle Wig
gily, with a smile. You must not
get so excited, Sammie. And now
run along to school and say your
lessons for the lady mouse teacher.
I'll help Mr.. and Mrs. Mouse move
into their winter home. And that
reminds me, l must get in my sup
ply of wood and some things to eat
this winter"
So Sammie ran on to school. while
Uncle Wiggily helped the Field
Mouse family to move. And in the
afternoon, when the bunny rabbit
gentleman was sitting on his front
porch in the sun, warming his pink
nose so it would twinkle better. all
of a sudden along came running
Sammie. the rabbit boy. again.
."Oh Wunkle Uggily" stammered
Sammie. quick. come! Bonnie
Wushytail is in the pud muddle!"
Whats that?" asked Uncle Wig
gily, jumping out of his chair.
Pipped and sIelI.
"Urry hupm went on Sammie.
Just as 1 was schooling from
come, Jushie Bonnietail pipped and
slell into the pud muddle"
What in the world are you talk
ing about?" asked the bunny gem
tleman. Try and not be so ex-
| cited, Sammie. Tell me what has
happened and I'll do my best. What
it is?"
"Wushie Johnnietail is in the pud
muddIe" was all the rabbit boy
could say.
"Oh, he must mean Johnnie
Bushytail, the squirrel, is in some
! sort of a trap" spoke Nurse Jane,
coming out of the hollow stump
! bungalow. Hurry, Uncle Wig
| gily"
I'll hurry" said Uncle wiggily.
looking around for his red, white
and blue striped rheumatism crutch.
But I never heard of a pud muddle
trap. 1t must be a new kind, and
very bad, from the way Sammie is
acting" for the rabbit boy was
dancing up and down and pointing
his paw down the woodland path.
"Urry hup, Wunkle Uggily" cried
| Sammie.
'I guess he's trying to say hurry
up, Uncle Wiggily,'" said Nurse
Jane.
Very likely" agreed Mr. Long
ears. Dear me-. / never got any
one out of a .pud muddle trap" he
went on. 81 hardly know what to
do
Having q Fine Time.
Uncle wiggily followed Sammie
down the path. Soon he heard JOY
Gus shouts and laughter and a mo-
ment later he saw Johnnie and Bill
lie Bushytail, the two squirrel boys
wading in a little pond near the
side of the woods. They were
splashing muddy water all over.
There they are" said Sammie
J. "Billie's in, too, though he wasn't
at first. Look, Uncle wiggily"
| "why, they're only having fun in
a mud puddle" said Mr.. Longears
They're in no danger, Sammie
why didn't you say, at first, that
| they were only in a mud puddle?"
well, IL tried to- stammered
Sammie. but I couldn't get the
words right. All could say was
pud muddle."
"Ho, ho!' laughed Uncle Wiggily
II told YOU not to get excited. Sam
mie. However, no harm is done
but II you go a little slower you'll
get along better. Now you'd better
tplay in the .pud muddle' yourself
with the squirrel boys"
1 So Sammie did, taking off his
shoes and stockings as the squirrel
boys had done. And they had lots
of fun. And if the match bos
doesn't get lost in the dark, SO II
/ can't find the gas stove to go to
/ sleep in the oven, I'll tell You next
about Uncle Wiggily and his winter
lwood.