ever told you about.

And oh! how glad they were to see Uncle Wiggily. He had to tell them all
about his travels after his fortune before they would go off in the woods
to the picnic. But at last they went, each one with a little leaf-package
of lunch. The July bug came along, too, and he had a very little package
of good things, because he was so small, you see, but it was enough.

They all sat down on the ground with flat stones for plates, and sticks
for knives and forks, and they ate their picnic lunch there. Oh, they had
the finest time, and it didn't matter if some ants did get in the sugar.
Uncle Wiggily said they could have all they wanted of the sweet stuff.

And, when the picnic was almost over, there was a sudden noise in the
bushes, and two bad foxes sprang out. One tried to grab Uncle Wiggily, and
another made a dash for Lulu Wibblewobble.

"Oh dear!" cried Dottie Trot, without looking to see if her hair ribbon
was on straight. "We shall all be eaten up!"

"No, you won't!" cried the brave July bug. "I'll fix those foxes!"

So that brave July bug just buzzed his wings as hard as he could, and
straight at those foxes he flew, bumping and banging them on their noses
and in the eyes, so that they gave two separate and distinct howls, and
ran away, taking their big tails with them.

So that is how the July bug saved everybody from being eaten up, and then
the picnic was over and every one said it was lovely.