So that's how the Jack-in-the-pulpit saved the rabbit and very thankful
Uncle Wiggily was. And he stayed that night in a hollow stump, and the
next day he went on to seek his fortune.

And quite a curious thing happened to him, as I shall have the pleasure of
telling you about soon, when in case our canoe boat doesn't turn upside
down and spill out the breakfast oatmeal, the next bedtime story will be
about Uncle Wiggily and the lost chipmunk.




STORY IX

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE LOST CHIPMUNK


Uncle Wiggily was walking along the road one morning, after he had slept
all night in the hollow stump. He didn't have any breakfast either, for
there was nothing left in his valise, and of course he couldn't eat his
barber-pole crutch. If the crutch had had a hole in it, like in the
elephant's trunk, then the old gentleman rabbit could have carried along
some sandwiches. But, as it was, he had nothing for breakfast, and he
hadn't had much supper either, the night before.

"Oh, how hungry I am!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "If only I had a piece of
cherry pie now, or an ice cream cone, or a bit of bread and butter and jam
I would be all right."

Well, he just happened to open his valise, and there on the very bottom,