Imperial Valley press., 1925-01-29
Bedtime Stories
BY HOWARD E. GARIS
Copyright, 1923, ny Mcclure
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UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE
ACORN PIE

ACORN PIE
Once upon time Mr.. Bushytail,
the squirrel daddy of Johnnie and
Billie, became i'll, and DR.. Possum,
after looking at his tongue, said:
"What he needs is some acorn
pie!'
"Acorn pie!" chattered the
squirrel lady. "Wcll, we have
plenty of acorns stored away, but
| would think chcstnuts might be
better.
"An acorn pic is the only thing
to make Mr.. Bushytail get we'll, "
said DIR. Possum, hanging his bag
of powders and pills on his tail,
where he always carried it.
"I'll make him one at once" "
said Mrs. Bushytail.
But when the squirrel lady start
ed to roll out the pie crust, before
putting in the hard, round brown
acorn nuts off the oak tree, before
she could do this, Mr.. Bushytail
felt so i'll that his wife had to sit
beside him, as he lay on the bed
of leaves in the nest house.
And how L am going to make
the acorn pie, and sit here by him,
L don't see!' sighed the worried
squirrel lady.
Mother,' whispered Johnnie,
81 know how we could get the pie
made for daddy"
"How?' asked Mrs. Bushvtail.
billie and L can take the acorns
over to Uncle Wiggily's hollow
stump bungalow,' went on John
mic. Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy
Will make the pic, and we IL bring
it home to daddy"
''That $ fine ideal" chartered
the squirrel lady. ON get the
acorns for you
Their pockets filled with acorns,
Johnnie and Billie were soon hop
ping over the fields and through
the woods to the hollow stump bun
galow where Uncle Wiggily lived.
Mr.. Longears was just taking off
his shoes, to put on his rubber
boots, so he might go out advcn-
turing, when III popped the squirrel
boys.
''Oh. will you make daddy an
acorn ple!' begged Johnnie.
"Of course L WILL" answered
Nurse Jane. Then the two squirrel
chaps took the acorns out of their
pockets and the muskrat lady be-
gan to make the pic. Until, all of
a sudden, they heard Uncle Wig
gily shout, and, going in his room,
they found him dancing around on
one paw, and that paw was down
in hls rubber boot.
What 5 the NATTER" asked
Nurse Jane.
oh, there 3 something in my
boot. Something that hurts nv
paw! 1t feels as If | were stepping
. on a lot of marbles!' cried the
bunny. And when he took off his
hOot-insidc it were some acorns
that had bounced out of the squir.
rel boys pockets.
"Ha! Hat laughed Uncle Wig
gily ~ didn t know what was the
matter, Acorns in my boot. Ha!
Ha! But don you need these for
tho pie, Nurse Jane?' he asked,
shaking out the brown nuts.
Bless your pink, twinkling nose,
I no, indeed! " said Nurse Jane.
"Johnnie and Billie brought over
enough acorns for six PIES. III
make two. Better stay in and
have a piece, Uncle Wiggily."
SO the bunny thought he would.
He couldn't eat hard, raw acorns,
his teeth not being like those of a
squirrel. But once the acorns were
chopped up soft and baked in d
pic, he could eat them.
We'll, Nurse Jane was making the
pic, and there were d lot of acorns
left over, which Johnnie and Billie
were playing with on the floor,
when, all of sudden, into the bun
gaow popped the Weasel.
81 want Uncle Wiggily!" snarlcd
tho Weasel.
Throw acorns at him!" Throw
acorns at the Weasel!' chartered
Billie. And he and his brother
threw so many of the hard, brown
nuts at the bad chap, hitting him
on his nose, that the Weasel turn
ed and ran away as fast as he could
run.
"Ha! Hal" laughed Uncle Wig.
gily. "lt' S good thing you made
tho acorn pic, Nurse Jane" And
when Mr.. Bushytail ate some he
grew well at once. So this teaches
US that it is good thing to know
how to cook. And if the glass of
water doesn't catch cold and turn
into an ciclc when it gets locked
out in the garage all night, I'll tell
next about Uncle Wiggily's but
tonhook.