Imperial Valley press., 1926-08-05
There's q clover field
lust beyond here.


home so much clover as never was,
So his wife said no more, though
it was hard work her to stop talking
when she once started. But uncle
WiggiIv hoped fast over the hills
and far away toward the clover
field.
Green WAS the grass, sprinkled
with yellow dandelions and white
daisies as Uncle Wiggily hoped
through it, and when he came to q
stone wall on the edge of the clover
field, the bunny heard a loud buzz
ing sound as if acroplancs were up
in the sky.
Il must be careful that none of
the airships drop anything on me,
thought Mr.. Longcars. Perhaps |
had better crawl under the green
vine that | see climbing over the
stone wall, and hide. -
But when the rabbit gentleman
started to do this, he found that the
vine was honeysucklc one, filled
with white flowers which gave forth
sweet perfume. And the buzz
ing sound was made. not by aero
planes, but by hundreds of humble
bees who were gathering honey from
the honcysuckle. Only big bees,
like bumbIcrs. with long tongues,
can get sweet juice from honey
sucklc, 50 deep is the flower.
.'Oh, here's Uncle Wiggily.
buzzcd a big humble chap who had
often zoomed past the bunny ;
bungalow, and who knew him.
"Hcllo, Uncle Wiggily. y buzzed
all the other bees. Did you come
to get some honcy?''
mo | am looking for clover
though that has a little honey i'll it,
answered the rabbit gentleman.
But | am glad that the buzzing
/ heard was made by you bees and
not by acroplancs.
''Therc is a clover field just be
yond here said the largest bee
"If YOU will hop this way, Uncle
Wiggily | will point ii out to you
with my left hind leg.
The rabbit hoped along the stone
wall, and lie was looking for the
clover field. lie didn t look down
to see where he was going and, all
of a sudden, he fell into ii deep hole
1t was an old well, for Il farm house
had once stood where, now, honey
sucklc was growing, but the house
had crumblcd to dust and the well
had dried up.
Still even though it had no wa
ter in it, the well caused Cnclc wig
eilv quite fall, Down to the bot
tom he tumbled, luckily not getting
hurt much, for there were many
dried leaves on the bottom.
GLOW am ever going to get
out of this well!' sighed the bunny
gentleman when he had tried, many
times to hop out. But each time
he only fell back again. ION, no"
can get out, - cried Uncle Wigglly'
I'VE II get you ont with the
honeysuckIe vine buzzrd the ble
humble chap. "The long streamers
or strands, Of honcysuckle vines
are strong. like wire rope. we
bees will pull loose enough vines ~
they will dangIc down into the wei
where YOU can reach them. You can
twist the strands of vines together
into rope and pull Yourself up
And when the bees had pulled ana
tupccd, hundreds Of them on one
vine, they dropped down a number
of little green cords, and they form
cd such a strong rope that the rap
bit gentleman easily climbed ul
paw over paw, like a sailor, ana
soon he was out of the well.
"Next time shall watch whefe
am going,' he said, and, thanking
the bees he hoped over to the cioV,
or field and took enough home SO. All
the little bunnies had plenty to eat
And if the hot bun doesn't t get 50
cross that it will not speak to the
I butter when they meet Oh the tapie
! II tell YOU next about Uncle Wig
-pilv and the watermelon.
| The second annual melon carnlVal
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