Imperial Valley press., 1923-08-03
Bedtime Stories
Copyright, 1923, by Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate
BY HOWARD r. GARIS
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE
JAYS ACORN

nay! hay! hay! caIled
shrill voice ono morning outside the
hollow stump bungalow of Uncle
Wiggily Longears.
"'Who is that calling 'hay7 -
asked Nurse Jane. "Tell them we
don't want any hay, nor straw
either, if you please, Uncle Wiggi-
ly.'
'That isn't a peddler selling
hay" laughed the bunny.
"Who is it, thcn7" Miss Fuzzy
Wuzzy wanted to know.
"I think it Blue Jay bird, -
was the bunny's answer, and, surely
enough, it was one of those bright
blue birds making the noise. 1t can
not be said that the song of Jay
is pretty music. Still it has its
uses, ] dare say.
Hello, Mr.. Jay!" called Uncle
Wiggily. "Were yoT calling me?'
81 was" answered the Jay,
perching on Uncle Wiggily's roof,
and, with his head on one side look
ing down at the bunny. "Do you
want an adventure, Mr.. Longears!'
inquired the jay. "Hay! Hayi
Hay!' he shrieked, bobbing up and
down with his wings fluttering as
he made this noise.
why, yes, I'd like an adven
turo' the rabbit answered.
"Then come to the woods with
me- invited the Jay. "Under a
tree where | have my nest is some
thing very queer, all curled up i'll
a round ball. Perhaps it is foot
ball belonging to one of the ami
nal boys
81 II come and see what it is, -
decided Uncle Wiggily. g AS you
say, it may be an adventure. -
SO the rabbit gentleman hopped
through the woods, while the Jay
FILTERED on ahead, flying and dart
ing from tree to tree. All of sud
den the Jay swooped down and i'll
his beak, picked up something from
the ground, flying back to a tree
branch with it.
What did you pick up?'' asked
Uncle Wiggily.
"Blub- Club gurr-zeegik," mum
bled the Jay.
81 can't understand a word you
say" spoke Uncle Wiggily.
"Plop!' The Jay dropped some
thing from his bill, letting it fall
with rattle on the dried leaves
that covered the ground.
q picked up an old dried
acorn the bird said. 81 couldn t
talk any palmer with the acorn in
my bill. ! had to drop it to tell
you about it.
"Oh, l am so sorry l gave you
that trouble,' Uhcle Wiggily said.
"But, really, l didn't know what
you meant by Club ,blub' and so on.
otis perfectly all right laugh
ed the Jay. 81 can pick up the
acorn again. Down it swooped
after the brown nut from the oak
tree. And when the Jay had the
acorn in his open bill once more,
Uncle Wiggily asked:
care you going to eat it?"
"Bulb! Club! Zick! Shee!" num-
bled the bird.
"Dcar me- said Uncle Wiggily.
81 can It"
"Plop!' Down fell the acorn
again as the bird dropped it to
say:
81 am taking this acorn home to
my little birds. 1t isn't really any
good to eat, but they like to hear
me drop it, plppity-plop, on the
dried leaves. Now IL pick it up
again. which he did.
81 II try not to ask you any more
questions while you are carrying the
acorn in your bill,' said Uncle
Wiggily, with a low and polite bow
of his pink twinkling nose.
"Blub, Club" murmured the
Jay, as he flew on with the acorn.
Soon he reached his nest tree. I'm
Gle Wiggily looked around and
asked:
"Where is the queer adventure
thing?"
"Blub! Blub! zerg! Zoop!" mum
bled the Jay.
l. eau VulIt ihdhc oil WhdN
you say began the bunny.
"Plop!" down fell the acorn
again.
"Dear mel" exclaimed Uncle
Wiggily, and just then the cuddled
up object at the foot of the Jay s
tree uncurled, and there was the
Woozie Wolf!
"Well may you say dear me! "
howled the Wolf. "'For l am going
to nibble your ears, Uncle Wiggi-
ly!"
"No, you aren 't!' cried the Jay.
With that the bird swooped down
and picked up the hard, round
brown acorn. "Plop!" the Jay
threw the acorn at the Wolf. 1t
hit the bad chap on his eye.
"Wowchie! Scowshie!'' howled
the Wolf. OTIS hailing stones! l
must run away!" And away he ran,
nibbling no ears that day.
"Hurray! Hurray! Hurray!'
shrieked the Jay. Then he picked
up the acorn again and let it drop
ON the dried leaves for the little
Jays, making it sound like a baby IS
rattle box.
"You were very good to me, -