Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1922-07-14
|B e dime Stories
For Little Ones
Nv Howard n. Garts
Copyright, 1921, by Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE
PAPA ROBIN.
BY Howard 3. CARTS.

"Hark suddenly exclaimed I'm
Gle Wiggily one day, as he sat on
the porch of his hollow stump
| bungalow. Nurse Jane Fuzzy
Wuzzy sat near him, mending
holes in the bunny gentleman s
shirt. whats that noise ?" asked
Uncle Wiggily.
Dear me! I hope you don't
hear noise like the Woozie Wolf
coming down the chimney, or the
Fuzzy Fox trying to break through
the back screen door" exclaimed
the muskrat lady housekeeper.
mo, it isn't sound like either
of those" said the bunny uncle.
Hank! Listen to it!''
Nurse Jane heard q sort of "yip-
pity-yip" sound, many times re-
peated over and over again.
"Why that's a robin bird call
ing" said Nurse Jane. I've heard
it two or three times this morning.
1t is only a robin"
YES, but it isn't the glad, happy
cheer-up song of the robin" an
swered Uncle Wiggily. ut Is the
call of a robin, truly enough, but
it is the sad, or danger cry of the
bird j must see what's the mat
ter"
Down Off his porch hoped the
bunny gentleman. The "yip-yip-
zip pity-yip" sound kept up and
Uncle Wiggily soon saw a large
robin redbreast gentleman perch
ed on the topmost branch of a
tree, calling as loudly as he could
call.
Hello, Papa Robin" cried the
rabbit uncle, for it was Mr.. Robin
who was making such fuss.
whats the trouble up there?"
ooh, Uncle Wiggily, have you
seen my wife," asked the Papa
Robin. "She hasn't been home all
night, and I'm so worried! The
little birds need some bugs and
worms, and they are cold and want
to be cuddled under warm wings.
| can't do both. oh. have you
seen my wife,"
NO, I haven't seen Mother Rob-
in, not since yesterday afternoon"
answered Uncle Wiggily. II was
digging in my garden and l turned
up some worms which i gave her
for the little birds. What has
happened? p
That's what I don't know" said
the Papa Robin. I've been wait
ing all night, and I've called all
morning, but my mate doesn't an
swer. oh, I'm so afraid some hum
ter may have shot her with a gun,
or that some bad pussy, not like
Tommie, Joie or I<ittie Kat, but
some bad cat may have caught
her"
Oh let us hope not" said I'm
Gle Wiggily. Perhaps she stayed
in some other robin laiy's nest
all night"
"She never would do thar. with
our little birds needing food" sad
ly sang the Papa Robin. Il just
know something dreadful has hap
pened to her. I'll call again" He
did so, louder than before. but
Mother Robin did not answer. nor
did she fly to her nest in the ma
pie tree, and her little birds, as
we'll as the Papa Robin, we're sad
and lonely for her.
IN help find her said Gnc.e
Wiggily. II may not be able to
fly, but sometimes when birds
are hurt, they can't fly, either, and
must stay on the ground. I'll see
if I can find Mother Robin"
ooh. thank you!" chlrruped the
Papa Robin. You are so lucky
that I'm sure you will find her.
Uncle Wiggily."
Away hoped the bunny, looking
and calling as we'll as he could,
for the lost Mother Room Of
course Uncle Wiggily couldn't sing
like bird, but he did the best he
was able to do
At last a little hoptoad lady,