And then and there he blew such a loud, shrill blast on his willow tree
whistle that the alligators had to put their paws over their ears. And
when they did that they had to let go of bunny uncle. He had his tall
silk hat down over his ears, so it didn't matter how loudly he blew the
whistle. He couldn't hear it.

"Toot! Toot! Tootity-toot-toot!" he blew on the willow whistle.

"Oh, stop! Stop!" cried the hump-tailed 'gator.

"Come on, run away before the police come!" said his brother. And out
from under the willow tree they both ran, leaving Uncle Wiggily safely
behind.

"Well," said the bunny gentleman as he hopped along home to his
bungalow, "it is a good thing I learned, when a boy rabbit, how to make
whistles." And I think so myself.

So if the vinegar jug doesn't jump into the molasses barrel and turn
its face sour like a lemon pudding, I'll tell you next about Uncle
Wiggily and the winter green.




STORY II

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WINTERGREEN