"Then look out that they don't fasten a skyrocket to your long ears," said
the second cousin to Grandfather Prickly Porcupine, as he wrapped up some
lettuce and carrot sandwiches for Uncle Wiggily to take with him.

The old gentleman rabbit said he would watch out, and away he started,
going up hill and down hill with his barber-pole crutch as easily as if he
was being wheeled in a baby carriage.

"Well, I don't seem to find any fortune," he said to himself as he walked
along, and, just as he said that he saw something sparkling in the grass
beside the path in the woods. "What's that?" he cried. "Perhaps it is a
diamond. If it is I can sell it and get rich." Then he happened to think
what the second cousin of Grandfather Prickly Porcupine had told him about
Fourth of July coming, and Uncle Wiggily said:

"Ha! I had better be careful. Perhaps that sparkling thing is a spark on
a firecracker. Ah, ha!"

So he looked more carefully, and the bright object sparkled more and more,
and it didn't seem to be fire, so the old gentleman rabbit went up close,
and what do you suppose it was?

Why, it was a great big dewdrop, right in the middle of a purple violet,
that was growing underneath a shady fern. Oh, how beautiful it was in the
sunlight, and Uncle Wiggily was glad he had looked at it. And pretty soon,
as he was still looking, a big, buzzing bumble bee buzzed along and
stopped to take a sip of the dewdrop.

"Ha! That is a regular violet ice cream soda for me!" said the bee to
Uncle Wiggily. And just as he was taking another drink a big, ugly snake