Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1921-04-16

UNCLE WIGGILY'S OIL CAN.
The Fuzzy Fox and the Woozie
Wolf had crawled out OF the hol-
low tree pail. where the Policeman
Dog had shut them up after they
had broken the spring of Uncle
Wiggily's auto by putting q bumpy
stone in his path. .. -.
"Well now we're out, we SHAH
catch that bunny rabbit and nibble
his ears twice as hard!" groWled
the Wolf.
wen nibble them three times
as hardr barked the Fox. But
first we shall have to catch him,
Let's get the Bushy Black Bear to
help us -,.
" All right" agreed the Wolf.
SO the two bad animals, Slip
ping out of the hollow tree Jail
when the Policeman Dog was
asleep, ran to the den of the Black
Bushy Bear.
Help us catch Uncle WiggilyH'
growled the Wolf, "and we'll let
you nibble some of his ears"
IAN right, l WILL" rumbled the
Bear. Leave it to mel I'll watch
when he goes out in his auto and
I'll get him"
Look out that lie doesn't eaten
your paws in the pinching spring,
or blow dust in your face with air
from the big tires, warned the
For.
Leave it to me! I'll get Uncle
Wiggily!" rumbled The Bear. IN
drag him here to my cave and wen
all nibble his ears!"
"We'll wait here for YOU said
the Fox and Wolf, and they lay
down and went to sleep. 'or they
had not very much enjoyed being
in the hollow tree Jail. -,
As for the Black, Bushy Bear,
he put on his old colthes, his rag
gedest suit and oldest cap, and
went out to catch the bunny gem
tleman. He crept through the
woods until he could look between
the trees End see the bunny gem
tleman's hollow stump bungalow.
S. Unc.e NTigg!,y zane rut TO
Good luck to you" called
Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy.
Hum" mumbled the Rear,
He won't have very good luck
when I catch him"
Have you everything you
need?" asked Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy
of the bunny rabbi gentleman, as
he climbed up IN the seat of his
auto. Plenty Il gasoline, water
and oil
Everything" answered Mr..
Longears. And / have a special
little oil can with a sharp point,
so l can squirt oil on the wheels II
they begin to squeak
Off started the rabbit uncle, to
look for his daily adventure, and
the Bear, hiding in the bushes,
saw him.
"Tn take short cut through
the woods and get him before he
goes too far" thought the Bear.
SO he numbered off among the
trees, and soon he was hiding be-
side the road along which he knew
Mr.. Longears would soon be com
ing The Black Bushy Bear peek
ed out and when he saw that the
auto of the bunny rabbit was quite
near the Bear filled his paw with
sand. 'fr
"pll throw some sand in the
wheels, thought the Bear. That
will make them gritty so they Will
squeak and be 80 tight they'll so
slowly. Then l can easily run out
and grab Mr. LQngears and take
him to my den for the Fox and
Wolf"
So as soon as Uncle Wiggily's
car came near the bush behind
which the Bear was hiding, that
bad creature threw sand in the
wheels. s.
All at once the wheels began to
squeak and grit and so slowly, the
same as when your express wagon
or the baby carriage wheels don't
turn we'll if dirt gets in the hubs.
ooh, ho!" cried Uncle Wiggily,
as he heard the squeaking noise.
"These wheels need oiling! They
are turning too hard. I'll oil them"
He stopped HIS auto, which was
going slowly, because of the sand
thrown by the Bear, and the bunny
got out with his oil can to oil the
"Ah, ha! Now's my chance!"
thought the Bear.
Out of the bushes he jumped
and straight at Uncle Wiggily he
rushed. But the bunny heard him
coming and turned around with
the oil can in his paw, just as he
was going to grease one wheel.
Now l have you!' cried the
Bear.
"Oh, have you? Well, l guess
mott" laughed the bunny. Then he
thrust the sharp pointed end of the
oil can in between the soft and
tender ribs of the bear.
"Oh, WOW! oh, ouch! Oh. how
you tickle me- howled the Bear.
THAT isn't fart" X
Anything is fair to Keep you
from nibbling my ears" said Uncle
jabbing the Bear again.
And his ribs hurt him 80 that the
bad chap had to run away.
Then Uncle Wiggily oiled his
wheels 50 they didn't squeak any
more and away he rode. The Fox,
Bear and Wolf had no ears to nib
BILE that day. And il the sparrow
doesn't pick all the clothespins off
the line to fasten up its new dress
I'll tell you next about Uncle Wig
gilys gasoline. N
Peter Denicks, Denver restau-
rant man, has died, leaving 100000
IA II. a.. .ss,t.