Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1920-12-16
Bedtime Stories
For Little Ones
Copyright, 1920, by Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.)
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE
RED CAP.
(By Howard r. Garis.)

Once upon a time, when Uncle
Wiggily Longears, the nice bunny
rabbit gentleman, was about to
hop from his hollow stump bunga-
low to look for an adventure he
heard a knock at the door.
I'm 60" offered Nurse Jane,
the muskrat lady housekeeper, for
Uncle Wiggily was busy brushing
the dust off his tall silk hat.
And when Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy
opened the door there stood Mrs.
Longtail, the mouse lady, clasping
her paws and with tears running
from her eyes into her whiskers.
For mice ladies have whiskers the
same as gentlemen rats and mice.
"Oh, my dear Mrs. Longtail,
what is the matter?" asked Uncle
Wiggily, for he could see right
away that there was trouble.
Its Jollie, my little mouse. boy"
said Mrs. Longtail. He hasn't
come home from school yet,
though his sister Jillie has been
back over an hour. I'm afraid
something has happened to Jol-
lier'
"oh, let us hope not" said I'm
Gle Wiggily. "He may have stopped
on the way home to play foot
BAH with Johnnie and Billie
Bushytail, the squirrels, or Toodle
and Noodle Flat Tail, the beaver
boys, FL go look for Jollie, Mrs.
Longtail."
ooh, will you? That is very
kindn said the mouse lady. You'll
know Jollie as soon as you see
him for he is wearing his little red
cap-a bright red, it is very
small cap, too"
"Well, Jollie isn't very big boy
being a mouse" said Uncle Wig
gily. 81 think I'll find him, espec-
tally as a red cap is easy to see,
now that most of the leaves are off
the trees. I'll find Jollie, never
fear, Mrs. Longtail."
SO the mouse lady never feared
as much as she could, and away
hoped the bunny gentleman to
look for Jollic.
Uncle Wiggily hoped on and
on, over the fields and through
the woods, looking on all sides for
the little red cap of Jollie, and, all
at once, the bunny gentleman saw
a flash of scarlet in a bush.
"There's the little rascal now!"
thought the bunny. HE is playing
camping out, | suppose, and maybe
toasting some cheese over a fire.
/ see his red cap as plain as day."
Mr.. Longears hoped over to-
ward the bush where he had seen
the flash of red against n white
bank of snow, and, all at once, a
voice called
Help! Oh, will some one please
help mel"
my goodness! Jolie must have
burned the end of his tall" cried
Uncle Wiggily, but as he hoped
nearer the bush, in which he had
seen the flash of red, the voice
sounded again, crying:
Help! Help! Helpl" ....
"That doesn't sound like Jollie's
voice" said Uncle Wiggily. "Jol-
lie is a sort of squeaker, but this
is more like birds song"
And when the bunny reached
the bush he saw that it was a
little bird who had been Calling
a bird with a crown of bright, red
feathers on its head. And the
birds legs were tangled in a
string that had become caught in
the bush.
ooh, please help me to get
loosew begged the bird.
"Of course | will" offered I'm
Gle Wiggily, and soon he had un-
tangled the birds legs from the
string. 81 thought you were Jollie
Longtail, the mousie boy, with his
red cap on" spoke Mr.. Longears.
"Jollie is lost and I'm looking for
him"
II haven't seen him." said the
bird. Il am the Ruby Crowned