"Worse than a giant," said the voice. "It is a bad wolf that jumped out of
his cage from the circus, and he is just ready to eat up anything he
sees," and the July bug, for it was he who had fluttered out of the
bushes, to tell Uncle Wiggily, made his wings go slowly to and fro like an
electric palm-leaf fan.

"A wolf, eh?" cried the old gentleman rabbit. "And do you think he will
eat me?"

"He surely will," said the July bug. "I happened to fly past his house,
and I heard him say to his wife that he was going out to see if he could
find a rabbit supper. So I know he's coming for you. You'd better hide."

"Oh! where can I hide?" asked the rabbit, as he looked around for a hollow
stump. But there wasn't any, and there were no holes in the ground, and he
didn't know what to do.

Then, all at once there was a crashing in the bushes and it sounded like
an elephant coming through, breaking all the sticks in his path.

"There's the wolf! There's the wolf!" cried the July bug. "Hide, Uncle
Wiggily," and then the bug perched on the high limb of a tree where the
wolf couldn't catch him.

Well, the poor old gentleman rabbit looked for a place to hide himself
away from the wolf but he couldn't seem to find any, and he was just going
to crawl under a stone and maybe hurt himself, when all at once he heard a
voice say:

"Jump up here, Uncle Wiggily. I'll hide you from the wolf."