1018. UNCLE WIGGILY’S AUTOMOBILE . HOWARD R. GARIS
UNCLE WIGGILY’S AUTOMOBILE
( WITH ILLUSTRATIONS)
HOWARD R. GARIS
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Once upon a time, a good many years ago, there was an old rabbit gentleman named Uncle Wiggily Longears. He was related to Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrels, as well as being an Uncle to Sammie and Susie Littletail, his rabbit nephew and niece. And Uncle Wiggily lived near Jackie and Peetie Bow Wow, the puppy dogs, while, not far away was the home of the Wibblewobble family of ducks, and across the street, almost, around the corner by the old slump, were the Kat children, and Neddie and Beckie Stubtail, the nice bear children.
One day Uncle Wiggily was not feeling very well, so he sent for Dr. Possum, who soon came over. Dr. Possum found Uncle Wiggily sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch of the hollow stump house where he lived.
“Well, what is the trouble, Uncle Wiggily?” asked Dr. Possum, as he looked over the tops of his glasses.
“I am sick,” answered the rabbit gentleman.
“Sick; eh?” exclaimed Dr. Possum. “Let me see. Put out your tongue!”
Uncle Wiggily did so.
“Ha! Hum!” exclaimed Dr. Possum.
“Yes, I think you are ill, and you will have to do something for it right away.”
“What will I have to do?” asked Uncle Wiggily, anxious-like, and his nose twinkled like a star on a frosty night.
“You will simply have to go away,” said Dr. Possum. “There is no help for it.”
” I don’t see why ! ” exclaimed Uncle
Wiggily, and he bent one of his long ears forward and the other backward, until he looked as if he had the letter V on top of his head. But, of course, he hadn’t, for that letter is in the reading book—or it was the last time I looked.
“Yes,” said Dr. Possum, “you must go away.”
“I don’t see why,” said Uncle Wiggily again. “Couldn’t I get well at home here?”
“No, you could not,” replied Dr. Possum. “If you want me to tell you the truth——”
“Oh, always tell the truth!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, quickly. “Always!”
“Well, then,” said Dr. Possum, as he looked in his medicine case, to see if he had any strong peppermint for Aunt Jerushia Ann, the little, nervous old lady woodchuck. “Well, then, to tell you the truth, you are getting too fat, and you must take more exercise.”