Now, in case the water in the lake doesn't get inside the milk pail and
make lemonade of it, I'll tell you in the next story how the birdies were
hatched out, and also about Uncle Wiggily and the sunfish.




STORY III

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SUNFISH


Uncle Wiggily slept that night--I mean the night after he had helped Mrs.
Wren build her nest--he slept in an old under-ground house that another
rabbit must have made some time before. It was nicely lined with leaves,
and the fortune-hunting bunny slept very nice and warm there.

When the sun was up, shining very brightly, and most beautifully, Uncle
Wiggily arose, shook his ears to get the dust out of them, and threw the
dried-leaf blankets off him.

"Ah, ha! I must be up and doing," he cried. "Perhaps I shall find my
fortune to-day."

Well, no sooner had he crawled out of the burrow than he heard a most
beautiful song. It was one Mrs. Wren was singing, and it went "tra-la-la
tra-la-la! tum-tee-tee-tum-tum-tee-tee!" too pretty for anything. And
then, afterward, there was a sort of an echo like "cheep-cheep
cheep-cheep!"