So Uncle Wiggily did this, and soon the tree fell down, but the golden
yellow bird was on a top branch and didn't get hurt. Then the old
gentleman rabbit quickly untied the string and the bird was out of the
trap.

"I cannot thank you enough!" she said to the rabbit. "Is there anything I
can do for you to pay you?"

"Well, my valise is down a hole," said Uncle Wiggily, "but I don't see how
you can get it up. I need it, though."

"I can fly down, tie the string to the satchel and you can pull it up,"
said the birdie. And she did so, and the rabbit pulled up his valise as
nicely as a bucket of water is hoisted up from the well. Then some bad
boys and a man came along to see if there was anything in the hole-trap,
or the string-trap they had made; but when they saw the bird flying away
and the rabbit hopping away through the woods they were very angry. But
Uncle Wiggily and the yellow bird were safe from harm, I'm glad to say.

And the rabbit had another adventure soon after that, and what it was I'll
tell you soon, when the story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the
skyrockets. It will be a Fourth of July story, if you please; that is if
the bean bag doesn't fall down the coal hole and catch a mosquito.




STORY V

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SKY-CRACKER