he does," said Uncle Wiggily, "maybe I can save you from
him."
"Oh, I hope you can!" grunted Grunter. "It is no fun to be chased by a
wolf."
So the rabbit gentleman and the piggie boy went on and on, until they
came to the place where Grunter was to build his house of straw. Uncle
Wiggily helped, and soon it was finished.
"Why, it is real nice and cozy in here," said Uncle Wiggily, when he
had made a big pile of snow back of the straw house to keep off the
north wind, and had gone in with the little piggie boy.
"Yes, it is cozy enough," spoke Grunter, "but wait until the bad wolf
comes. Oh, dear!"
"Maybe he won't come," said the rabbit, hopeful like.
"Yes, he will!" cried Grunter. "Here he comes now."
And, surely enough, looking out of the window, the piggie boy and
Uncle Wiggily saw a bad wolf running over the snow toward them. The
wolf knocked on the door of the straw house and cried:
"Little pig! Little pig! Let me come in."
"No! No! By the hair of my chinny-chin-chin. I will not let you in!"
answered Grunter, just like in the book.
"Then I'll puff and I'll blow, and I'll blow your house in!" howled the
wolf. Then he puffed and he blew, and, all of a sudden, over went the
straw house. But, just as it was falling down, Uncle Wiggily cried:
"Quick, Grunter, come with me! I'll dig a hole for us in the pile of snow
that I made back of your house and in there we'll hide where the wolf
can't find us!" Then the rabbit gentleman, with his strong paws, just
made for digging, burrowed a hole in the snow-bank, and as the straw
house toppled down, into this hole he crawled with Grunter.
"Now I've got you!" cried the wolf, as he blew down the first little pig's
straw house. But when the wolf looked he couldn't see Grunter or
Uncle Wiggily at all, because they were hiding in the snow-bank.
"Well, well!" howled the wolf. "This isn't like the book at all! Where is
that little pig?"
But the wolf could not find Grunter, and soon the bad creature went
away, fearing to catch cold in his eyes. Then Uncle Wiggily and
Grunter came out of the snow-bank and were safe, and Uncle Wiggily
took Grunter home to the rabbit house to stay until Mother Goose came,
some time afterward, to get the first little pig boy.
"Thank you very much, Uncle Wiggily," said Mother Goose, "for being
kind to one of my friends."
"Pray don't mention it. I had a fine adventure, besides saving a little
pig," said the rabbit gentleman. "I wonder what will happen to me
to-morrow?"
And we shall soon see for, if the snowball doesn't wrap itself up in the
parlor rug to hide away from the jam tart, when it comes home from the
moving pictures, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the second
little pig.
CHAPTER III
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SECOND PIG
"There! It's all done!" exclaimed Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the nice
muskrat lady housekeeper, who, with Uncle Wiggily Longears, the
rabbit gentleman, was staying in the Littletail rabbit house, since the
hollow-stump bungalow had burned down.
"What's all done?" asked Uncle Wiggily, looking over the tops of his
spectacles.
"These jam tarts I baked for Billie and Nannie Wagtail, the goat
children," said Nurse Jane. "Will you take them with you when you go
out for a walk, Uncle Wiggily, and leave them at the goat house?"
"I most certainly will," said the rabbit gentleman, very politely. "Is
there anything else I can do for you, Nurse Jane?"
But the muskrat lady wanted nothing more, and, wrapping up the jam
tarts in a napkin so they would not catch cold, she gave them to Mr.
Longears to take to the two goat children.
Uncle Wiggily was walking along, wondering what sort of an
adventure he would have that day, or whether he would meet Mother
Goose again, when all at once he heard a voice speaking from behind
some bushes.
"Yes, I think I will build my house here," the voice said. "The wolf is
sure to find me anyhow, and I might as well have it over with. I'll make
my house here."
Uncle Wiggily looked over the bushes, and there he saw a funny little
animal boy, with some pieces of wood on his shoulder.
"Hello!" cried Uncle Wiggily, making his nose twinkle in a most
jilly-jolly way. "Who are you, and what are you going to do?"
"Why, I am Squeaker, the second little pig, and I am going to make a
house of wood," was the answer. "Don't
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