Wiggily was doing.

"Brother," began the hump-tailed 'gator (which I call him for short),
"brother, wouldn't you like a nice rabbit?"

"Indeed I would," answered the double-jointed tail 'gator, who could
wobble his flippers both ways. "And I know of no nicer rabbit than
Uncle Wiggily Longears."

"The very same one about whom I was thinking!" exclaimed the other
alligator. "Let's catch him!"

"That's what we'll do!" said the double-jointed chap. "We'll hide in
the woods until he comes along, as he does every day, and the we'll
jump out and grab him. Oh, you yum-yum!"

"Fine!" grunted his brother. "Come on!"

Off they crawled through the woods, and pretty soon they came to a
willow tree, where the branches grew so low down that they looked like
a curtain that had unwound itself off the roller, when the cat hangs on
it.

"This is the place for us to hide--by the weeping willow tree," said
the skillery-scalery alligator with bumps on his tail.

"The very place," agreed his brother.

So they hid behind the thick branches of the tree, which had leafed out
for early spring, and there the two bad creatures waited.