Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1921-07-19
|Bedtim g Stories
For Little Ones
Copyright, 1921, by Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE
ROSE BUSH.
~ Howard B. Garia

Uncle Wiggily was hopping
along through the woods one day,
when he heard a crashing, crack
ling sound in the bushes, and, as
he was always a very careful rab-
bit gentleman, he stopped to listen
for danger.
For this might be the old
Woozie Wolf coming after my
ears" thought Uncle Wiggily.
Then, as he listened more care
fully, he heard some gentle voices
"Oh, please don't do thai!
Please don't tear us all to pieces!
We never did any harm to you!"
ooh, ho!" thought Uncle Wig
gily. "Some one else is in trouble
l think"
The bunny rabbit gentleman
looked through between the little
trees, and saw small Fox boy,
with long stick, beating and
threshing a lovely wild rose bush,
With his stick the Fox boy was
breaking the flowers and leaves
from the rose bush.
"Oh, please don't" begged the
flowers, which have a talk, or
language of tieir own, you know
"Oh, please don't tear us all to
pieces" begged the roses.
II shall if ] like!" most impo-
litely said the bad little Fox boy.
you have thorns and you may
scratch me, so I'm going to beat
you all down."
The roses sighed and hung their
heads The bush with it's green
leaves and pink blossoms would
soon have been torn all to pieces
if it had not been for Uncle
Wiggily.
The bunny rabbit gentleman
picked up some stones and threw
them at the Fox boy, hitting him
on the end of his soft and tend
err nose. At the same time Uncle
Wiggily, making his voice sound
loud and gruff, called:
run away from there, you bad
little chap! Run away before l
pinch your tall"
ooh, my!" howled the Fox boy,
who didn't see the bunny gentle
man. THAT must be a hunter
man with a gun shooting stone
bullets at me! I'd better run. I'll
finish beating down this scratchy,
thorny rose bush some other
time!"
"You shall not If ! can stop
you" thought the bunny rabbit.
Then he threw more stones at the
little Fox boy, making him run
away very fast. Next Uncle
Wiggily came out from behind the
trees and TO the rose bush he
said:
"Tm sorry for what that Fox
boy did"
1--WE are sorry, too" murmured
the roses that were still alive.
"But we are glad you saved some
of US, Mr.. Longears. You did us
a great favor and if we can ever
do one for you we shall be most
happy"
pray do not mention it," spoke
the bunny rabbit gentleman with
a low and polite bow of his tall |
silk hat. For it is good to be po-
lite even to flowers, you know.
Then Uncle sWiggily hoped along
to find an adventure.
He WAS not long in coming up
on one. or rather, one came upon
him. For, all of a sudden, out
from under sassafras bush |
hoped the Fuzzy Fox-the faith
err Of the little boy Fox who
had beaten down the rose bush.
"Oh, no, and oh, hal" howled |
the Fox, smacking his lips. This
is a lucky day for me! I shall
have two big ears to nibble," and !
most hungrily he looked at the |
ears growing on Uncle Wiggily's
head.
do you mean my ears?" asked |
the rabbit, politely.
81 surely dol" howled the Fox
well, to get my ears you must |
first catch mel" spoke the bunny.
Pooh! Catching you Is as easy
as catching cold" snickered the
Fox.
With a jump and a spring and |
a hop and leap the Fox started |