Well, Grandpa Wibblewobble gave each of the Wibblewobble children some
nice sugared corn meal, flavored with sweet flag, peppermint and
watercress, and a few snails to eat, and maybe they didn't like them!

"Now," said grandpa, "you children go out to play, while we old folks talk
about the weather and rheumatism," for you see rheumatism was about all
Uncle Wiggily cared to talk about.

Well, the little duck children had a fine time playing around grandpa's
house, and now, in about a minute something is going to happen. They had
wandered off a little way, and, just as they were resting under some
burdock leaves, in the shade, they heard voices talking. And one voice
said:

"Now I'll go up to the front door of Grandpa Wibblewobble's house and you
go up to the back door. We'll both knock at the same time, and the ducks
won't know which door to go to first. Then we'll jump in the windows and
eat them all up--all up--up! There are some extra fine ducks there
to-day."

Oh, maybe Jimmie and his sisters weren't frightened. They trembled so that
the leaves shook as if the wind was blowing them, and when Jimmie got a
little quiet he looked out, and what do you suppose he saw? Why two mean,
wicked, sly old foxes, who were getting ready to go to grandpa's house and
eat him up, and Mamma and Papa Wibblewobble up, and probably Uncle Wiggily
Longears, too; who knows?

"Oh, isn't this awful?" asked Alice in a whisper. "I am going to faint! I
know I am!"