Imperial Valley press., 1930-10-24
Bedtime Stories
BY HOWARD f. GARRIS
Copyright, 1928, by Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate
UNCLE WIGGILY S LITTLE
POTATOES


POTATOES
After UnJe Wiggily had helped
Floppy rvistytail, the pig, out of
the hole under the fence where
Flcppy and his brother ate some
apples the old gentleman happened
TO think of something.
"Mdvb, that farmer man, who
owns the orchard where those pig
boys took 50 many apples, will be
angry, thought Mr.. Lougears.
True. the apples fell off the trees
anG would rot on the ground if
FIoppy and Twisty had not eaten
them. And of course it wasn't right
for floppy 10 make such little pig
uf imselt-catiug so many apples
that he grew fat and couldn't get
back out through thc hole by which
ne erawlcd through the fence. But
Stil, and len all that the farmer
man may be watching for those two
PIC bows 10 throw stones at them. =
Thinking this way, Uncle Wig
eIly had an idea it would be good
thing tor him to- hop up toward
.hat orchard and see what was going
On.
II may see that farmer and may
hear linn say something about the
PIGS taking his applcS.' - thought
f M. LaHgeaTS. If there is amy
danger can tell them to keep out
of the way
1t did not take Uncle Wiggilv
long to hop from his hollow STUMP
! bungalow, over the fields and thru
the woods to the place whore the
farmer man had his apple orchard.
There was the fence, under which
Floppy had crawlcd. But the hole
in which the little fat apple pig had
been stuck was no longer these.
The farmer man must have
filled it up > said Uncle Wiggily to
himself rs he peored over the top
of 4 hurdocA plant behind which he
had hidden. And Just then he saw
the farmer man with a shovel in
his hands The farmer laughed to
himself as he said:
"There, | guess no more pigs
will crawl through that hole to get
my apples. Not that I mind them
taking the apples off the ground.
But if pigs get in the habit of dig
ging under my fence it soon viii
be nothing but holes and then the
boys and goats viii come in and Il
have no apples left. | wish those
pigs would take my little potatoes
instead ot my apples. though. I
and they are all over my field. The
Pgis are welcome to them
Little potatoes, ch!' murmur-
cd Uncle Wiggiv. Now can
help this farmer by taking away
the little potatoes he doesn't want
and So | can pay him fer the apples
Florpy and Curly took. NJ the
same time Mrs. Twistytail, the Fat
lady pig, will be very glad to get
even little potatoes.
Unrir WiggiIy knew where tho
farmers potato field was fae the
rabbit had hoped Ecar il IN com
ing to the apple orchard. All ma'-
ing his way % the field, NJ. G.ong-
oars saw where many hills cf pota-
toes had been dug, for it wa time
10 move them into the ce'iee for
the winter. The farmer. or hIS men,
had picked up al the fine, BIZ pota-
j toes but, as always happens. In each
hin were some little potatoes, about
" p, hie rs walnuts. These arc of no
/ use L. save over winter
! But they viii be fiue for the
. rig- to eat. thought Uncle Wig
gily. IN take as many a. I can
and tell Foppy and Twstv 70 come
and get more. as the farmer docSn :
= want them. Then we shall do him
q favor TO pay for making a hole
= under his fence and taking apples.
Tir,t Uncle WigGily filled al his
q pockets with ljttio potatoes. Then
. he took off his tail. silk hat, and
then. when hc could carry Il" moic.
be started 10 hop toward the pan
house of the TwIstytail pig family.
All Of q sudden. rs Uncle WiggjlF
vas Topping through The w'ote, ont
from bchiud Lush popped Red Fox
the eoJsa f., Fuzzy Fox
Al la! / know you, tnclt W'c-
' 4iiy,'' IewiyI I'D FcX. .pr
rai,'t fa,l r,c ;hi4 time ~ 5',nins
du,ting brush on your tail to make
.ii look Zig 50 won know YOU.
Eve caught you this timc!'
1T looks So said the RABBIT
sadly.
"Wal+ ha,' ~ ~ tbere''
lrowjeG RnJ %oS pointing to r"t
hat.
Little potatoes" ,ep'ltully on
sNored the rabbit.
: .'Hal You cant fool me. Iisjle
potatoes indeed, Nonsense, You
havc apple pic there, or lollspops,
or something like that" groWled
( the Fox. "'licrc, give me some un-
/ til see if YOU are telling tine TRUTH,
"Ali right, Take the littie pc
t1tocs! 7 know where there are lots
lmorc,' cried Mr.. Longears. With
/ That I'D threw his tall hat fun Of
( lttIc potatoes right in thc face Of
Pcd FcS. The Bad Chap was bang
ci and slammed on the nose and
car, until he howlcd and yowlcd.
:" 40 more potatoes, little or.
Big" he cried. 'Oh, how sor, 7
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