"Oh, my!" exclaimed the rabbit in surprise.

"I should say yes! Two Oh mys and another one!" gasped the fish. "Oh,
please put me back in the water again. The air out on land is too strong
for me. I can't breathe. Please, Uncle Wiggily, put me back."

"I thought you were a pot of gold," said the rabbit, sadly. "I'm always
getting fooled. But never mind. I'll put you in the water."

"What are you doing here?" asked the fish, as he slid into the water again
and sneezed three times.

"Just at present I am taking care of Mrs. Wren's new little birdies," said
the rabbit. "She has gone to the store for something for them to eat, but
they are so hungry they can't wait."

"Oh, that is easily fixed," said the sunfish. "Since you were so kind to
me I'll tell you what to do. Get them a few little worms, and some small
flower seeds, and feed them. Then the birdies will go to sleep."

So Uncle Wiggily did this, and as soon as the birds had their hungry
little mouths filled, sound to sleep they went. And in a little while Mrs.
Wren came back from the store with her basket filled, and Mr. Wren flew
home to say that he had a nice position in a feather factory, and how he
did admire his birdies! He hugged and kissed them like anything.

Then the two wrens both thanked Uncle Wiggily for taking care of their
children, and the rabbit said good-by and hopped on again to seek his
fortune. And if the trolley car conductor gives me a red, white and blue
transfer, for the pin cushion to go to sleep on, I'll tell you in the