among some papers he found a few crumbs of the honey sandwiches the bumble
bee had given him. Well, you never can imagine how good those few crumbs
tasted to the old gentleman rabbit, which shows you that it is a good
thing to be hungry once in a while, because even common things taste good.

But the crumbs weren't enough for Uncle Wiggily. As he walked along he
kept getting hungrier and hungrier and he didn't know how he was going to
stand it.

Then, all of a sudden, as he was passing by a hollow stump, he saw a whole
lot of little black creatures crawling around it. They were going up and
down, and they were very busy.

"Why, these are ants," said the rabbit. "Well, I s'pose they have plenty
to eat. I almost wish I was an ant."

"Well! Well!" exclaimed a voice all at once. "If here isn't Uncle Wiggily.
Where did you come from?" and there stood a second cousin to the ant for
whom Uncle Wiggily had once carried home a pound of beefsteak with
mushrooms on it.

"Oh, I am traveling about seeking my fortune," said the rabbit. "But I
haven't been very successful. I couldn't even find my breakfast this
morning."

"That's too bad!" exclaimed the ant who wore glasses. "We can give you
something, however. Come on! everybody, help get breakfast for Uncle
Wiggily."

So all the ants came running up, and some of them brought pieces of