Now, right in front of this man was a little boy-duck riding on a pony.
Yes, you've guessed who he was--he was Jimmy Wibblewobble. And when that
man blew the loud blast, the pony was frightened, and ran away with Jimmie
on his back.

Faster and faster ran the pony, and Jimmie Wibblewobble clung to his back,
fearing every moment he would be thrown off. In and out among the people
and animals in the parade, in and out among trolley cars and automobiles,
in and out, and from one side to another of the street ran the frightened
pony.

"Oh, poor Jimmie will be killed!" cried Percival.

"No, he will not, for I will save him!" shouted Uncle Wiggily. So that
brave rabbit ran right out to where he saw Munchie Trot, the little pony
boy.

"Let me jump on your back, Munchie," said Uncle Wiggily, "and then we'll
race after that runaway pony and grab off poor Jimmie. And run as fast as
you can, Munchie!"

"I certainly will!" cried Munchie. So Uncle Wiggily got on Munchie's back,
and away they started after the runaway pony.

Faster and faster ran Munchie, and by this time the other little horsie
was getting tired. Jimmie was still clinging to his back, and asking him
not to run so fast, but the pony was so frightened he didn't listen to the
duck-boy.