Imperial Valley press. (El Centro, Calif.) 1907-current, 1922-12-13
Bedtime Stories
UNCLE WIGGILY AND BOBBY
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BY HOWARD f. GARIS
Copyright, 1922, by Mcclure News

tail. l have told you some storie;
about Bobby and about his sister
Betty. They were named Ringtai
because they had rings of fur Oh
their tails. But | thought perhaps
you might not remember Bobby, sc
that S why l told you, at the begin
ming of this story, that lie was rae.
coon.
Sometimes he was called just
"coon., which is a short way of
saving raccoon.
Uncle Wiggily was hopping along
| through the forest, not far from his
hollow stump bungalow, on the day
when this story begins, and the rab-
bit gentleman met Bobby, the little
raccoon chap.
Where are you going, Bobby!'
asked Uncle Wiggily.
- am taking my penny to the
store answered Bobby, who, being
clad in the warm fur. did not mind
the snow and cold any more than
Uncle Wiggily did in his fur coat.
Il SUPPOSE said Uncle Wiggily,
with twinkle of his pink nose,
that you are taking your penny to
the store, Bobby, because the penny
is too little TO 20 to the store by it
self. If it happened to be a five
cent piece | suppose it could go
alone. -
"Oh, of course it eouldn t Uncle
Wiggily!' laughed Bobby. The
reason l am taking my penny to the
store is because l am going to buy
a ball for myself
"A baseball2' asked the bunny.
q should think it was too late to
play baseball, or even football with
snow on the ground. "
u m going to buy a bouncing
rubber ball, said Bobby; land, if
you like, you may come to the
store with me.
'Thank you, said Uncle Wig
gily,, but | am looking for an ad-
venture. If don t find one may
see you later. =
"And you may waite. me bounce
my rubber ball, - offered Bobby.
Thank you,' said the bunny
gentleman, as he hoped along to
find an adventure. But adventures
We're scarce that day, and the only
one Uncle Wiggily had was when
he helped Uncle Butter tear some
old circus posters off billboard.
Aunt Lettie isn't feeling well, -
bleated Uncle Butter, "and l
thought some billboard poster soup
| would make her better
4 hope it does" wished Uncle
Wiggily, as be hoped along, while
the goatsgentIeman took the bundle
of poster paper to Aunt Lettie.
That was the only adventure I'm
Gle Wiggily had, and he was rather
disappointed as he hoped on
through the woods. But soon he saw
Bobby Ringtail, the raccoon boy,
bouncing his ball.
''Oh, Uncle Wiggily!' cried
Bobby, as he saw the bunny gentle
man. Look how my ball bounces
so hight And, really, the rub
Der ball, with little hole in it, did
20 very high.
That is a very fine ball-one of
the best 1 have seen this year."
spoke the bunny gentleman, as he
watched Bobby.
You may bounce it if you like, +"
said Bobby.
tThank you,' answered Uncle
| Wiggily. He looked all around be-
fore he took the ball from Bobby.
What were you looking for-the
Fuzzy Fox!" asked the 'raceoon boy.
No, | was looking for Nurse
jane answered the bunny with a
twinkle of his pink nose. off she
saw me bouncing ball like a child
she would say l was silly. But she
ism t here. -
So Uncle Wiggily bounced the ball
few tines, and just as he handed
it back to Bobby all of sudden, out
from behind bush, jumped the
Woozie Wolf. The Wolf caught hold
of Uncle Wiggily and began to drag
the bunny away.
ooh, where are you taking me?''
cried the bunny.
"Off to my den to nibble your
ears" growled the Wolf.
"Help! Help!" cried Uncle Wig
| gily.
"Ha! Hal" laughed the Wolf.
"There is no one here to help you'll
But he forgot about Bobby Ring
tail. The little boy raccoon saw,
not far away, little pond of water,
frozen over Bobby with stone
broke hole in the ice and filled
his rubber ball with cold water.
Then, just as the Wolf was drag
ging Uncle Wiggily away, Bobby
slipped up behind the bad chap
and squirted from the rubber ball
stream of ice cold water in the
VOLTS ear.
"Oh, wozzie, woozie, wuuf!'i
howled thesWolf. He elapped both
paws to his water-soaked ear and
Bobby cried:
"Come on, Uncle Wiggily! Now
you can get away!" And away
over the fields hoped the bunny
gentleman and Bobby, with the rub
Der ball, following. So the Wolf
didn't get any ears after all, and
it served him right. And if the
cake Of laundry soap doesn't get Sc
proud that it wants to sleep in the
bath room with the washrag for q
pillow, I'll tell you next about Uncl'
Wiggily and Betty's bath.
In Wabash, Ind, things are being
closed on Sunday the first time sc
they have the Wabash Blues.