Imperial Valley press., 1932-01-27
Bedtime Stories
BY HOWARD E. GARRIS
Copyright, 1928, by Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate
UNCLE WIGGnY AND THE
FUR COAT

w llGlt are You SOiiis llONi
Uncle Wiggily?" asked his wife
as the rabbit gentleman came down
stairs in his hollow stump bunga-
low one day. his pink nose twink
ling as fast as a trolley car.
why I'm going adventuring, !"
answered Mr. Iongears. you
know 1 always go adventuring this
time of the morning
But not on such a day!" OBJ
jected Mrs. Longears.
Whats the matter with this
day?" Uncle Wiggily wanted 10
know. 1t looks very jolly to me"
ITS going to snow" his wife
went on.
How do you know" asked the
rabbit gentleman. Did you read
it in the papers?"
No. Mrs. Longears said. But
I can always tell when it is COINS
to snow. My left ear twiches and
my right ear gets hot"
Are your ears that way now?''
Uncle Wiggily inquired.
Very much SO" his wife said to
him. And if you go out now
there is no telling when you may
get back, for I think there will be
heavy snow by night. You may
lose your way or get lost in q
drift and then what will I do?"
Don't worry" said Uncle Wie-
gily, with a laugh. Il will take
good care of myself AS for snow
Let it fall Don't forget the snow
shoe rabbit showed me how to tun-
mel beneath the drifts So if I
can't come home on top of the
snow I'll come home in a tunnel
under it. Besides. I don't believe
/ it will snow, anyhow"
Yes, it will" said Mrs. Longears.
She was right Uncle Wiggily
gave her kiss on her pink. twink
ling nose and hopped away ad
venturing. But soon it began 70
snow.
"Poohl 7 don't care" laughed
Uncle Wiggily "A little snow will
not harm me. I am made OF
neither sugar nor salt. I'm going
TO keep on until I find an adj
/ ventme!"
Through the falling flakes he
hoped. The rabbit gentleman had
an idea that the storm would soon
be over. But the farther he went
the faster fell the white flakes
until. at last, they came down 50
thickly that he could hardly see
where he was going
My wife was right" Mr.. Long
ears said to himself as he tried to
see his way through the storm. y
should have stayed in my warm
and cozy bungalow She will have
a great laugh on me when I get
back. And I think I had better
turn back now. before it gets
worse"
Now the wind was blowing and
more snow was falling. great,
white flakes, like feathers, and
I though Uncle Wiggily had on his
own fur coat, so that he wasn't
cold, still he didn't like the storm.
Never mind" he said to him
self. L shall soon be safe in the
bungalow, hearing my wife laugh
at me and listening to Baby Bunty
tell what she learned in school
today"
So Uncle Wiggily hoped on and
on and pretty soon he began TO
think that he ought to be close
TO his bungalow.
But where is it?" asked the
rabbit, speaking out loud to him
/ self because there was no one else
to whom he could talk. Where is
my bungalow? Maybe it's over this
way" But it wasn't this way nor
that way nor the other way, as
far as Mr.. Longears could tell by
hopping about, and at last he knew
what had happened.
I'm LOST" he exclaimed Lost
in the STORM Well, it serves me
right! I should have stayed home"
However, Mr.. Longears wasn't
one to sit down and worry when he
was in trouble. He know he must
do something. First of all he
needed to be sheltered from the
storm and, as there was no hollow
tree or stump in sight he said
L small DuITOW QOWl uIlQtI LIIc
snow. I'll make a little cave for
myself under the snow and stay
there, snug and warm until tho
storm is over. Then I'll come out
and find my bungalow"
No sooner said than done Deep
down in a pile Of snow Uncle Wig
gily burrowed until he was out OF
sight beneath the great, white
heap. He flopped around, making
his snow cave larger and he was
Just going to curl up to keep warm
when, all of a sudden, he saw
bunch of brown fur at one side
of his snow cave.
"Oh. no! I'm in luck!' cried the
rabbit. Here is a warm fur coat
someone left out in the SNOW until
1t was covered. Well, I'll snuggle
down in this fur coat and keep my
self warm" So the rabbit cud-
died up in the bunch of brown fur,
little dreaming what a strange ad-
venture he was soon going 10 have.
I'll tell you about it tomorrow,
when the story will be Uncle Wig
gily's big friend. And I do hope
the gas stove will not try to dance
on one leg when the fried egg
wants to talk TO the tea kettle.