More Rabbit Adventure Stories With Uncle Wiggily-Book3-Pt 1

Here are more adventures with Uncle Wiggily, the kindly gentleman rabbit, and his friends in a new book called "Uncle Wiggily’s Automobile". Uncle Wiggily has been advised by his doctor to take rides in his automobile every day for his health. So, he turns them into adventures. Where will Uncle Wiggily’s car take him today I wonder? Let’s find out!

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Now we're beginning a new book, Uncle Wiggly's Automobile. Uncle Wiggly and the Sorrowful Crow Once upon a time, A good many years ago, There was an old rabbit gentleman named Uncle Wiggly Long-Ears. He was related to Johnny and Billy Bushytail the squirrels, As well as being an uncle to Sammy and Susie Littletail, His rabbit nephew and niece. And Uncle Wiggly lived near Jackie and Petey Bow Wow, The puppy dogs, While not far away was the home of the Wibble Wobble family of ducks. And across the street, Almost around the corner by the old stump, Were the cat children and Nettie and Becky Stoptail, The nice bear children. One day, Uncle Wiggly was not feeling very well, So he sent for Dr. Possum, Who soon came over. Dr. Possum found Uncle Wiggly sitting in the rocking chair on the front porch of the hollow stump house where he lived. Well, What is the trouble, Uncle Wiggly? Asked Dr. Possum as he looked over the tops of his glasses. I am sick, Answered the rabbit gentleman. Sick? Eh? Exclaimed Dr. Possum. Let me see. Put out your tongue. Uncle Wiggly did so. Oh, Hmm, Exclaimed Dr. Possum. Yes, I think you are ill, And you will have to do something for it right away. What will I have to do? Asked Uncle Wiggly, Anxious like, And his nose twinkled like a star on a frosty night. You will simply have to go away, Said Dr. Possum. There is no help for it. I don't see why, Exclaimed Uncle Wiggly, And he bent one of his long ears forward and the other backward until it looked like he had the letter V on top of his head. But of course he hadn't, For that letter is in the reading book, Or it was the last time I looked. Yes, Said Dr. Possum, You must go away. I don't see why, Said Uncle Wiggly again. Couldn't I get well here at home? No, You could not, Replied Dr. Possum. If you want me to tell you the truth, Oh, Always tell the truth, Exclaimed Dr. Wiggly quickly. Always. Well then, Said Dr. Possum as he looked in his medicine case to see if he had any strong peppermint for Aunt Jerusha and the little nervous old lady Woodchuck. Well then, To tell you the truth, You were getting to that, And you must take more exercise. Exercise? Exclaimed Uncle Wiggly. Why, Don't I play a game of scotch checkers with Grandfather Goosey Gander, The old gentleman duck, Nearly every day? And we always eat the sugar cookies we use for checkers. That's just it, Said Dr. Possum as he rolled up a sweet sugar pill for Sammy Littletail, The mill rabbit boy. You eat too much, And you don't jump around enough. But I used to, Said Uncle Wiggly while he twinkled his pink nose like a red star on a frosty night. Why, Don't you remember the time I went off and had a lot of adventures and how I traveled after my fortune and found it? That is just the trouble, Spoke Dr. Possum. You found your fortune, And since you became rich, You do nothing. I remember the time when you used to teach Sammy and Susie Littletail how to keep out of traps and how to dig burrows and watch out for savage dogs. Ah, Yes, Sighed Uncle Wiggly. Those were happy days, And healthful days too, Said Dr. Possum. You were much better off then, And not so fat. And so do you think I had better start traveling again? Asked Uncle Wiggly, Taking off his high hat and bowing politely to Uncle Letty, The nice goat lady who was passing by with her two horns sticking through the holes of her Sunday bonnet. Yes, It would be the best thing for you, Spoke Dr. Possum. Medicine is all right sometimes, But fresh air and sunshine and being out of doors and happy and contented and helping people as Uncle Booster, The old groundhog gentleman, Used to do? All these are better than medicine. How was Uncle Booster, By the way? Inquired the rabbit gentleman. Fine. He helped a little girl mouse to jump over a mud puddle the other day, And after she was on the other side, She jumped back all by herself and fell in, Said Dr. Possum with a laugh. That's the kind of gentleman Uncle Booster is, Exclaimed Uncle Wiggly. Oh, That's good. But now, Do you think it would do me any good to start off and have some adventures in my automobile? It would be better to walk, Said Dr. Possum. Remember, You called me in to tell you what was the matter with you because you felt ill, And I tell you that you must go around more, Take more exercise. Still, If you had rather go in your auto than walk, I have no objections. I had much rather, Said Uncle Wiggly. I like my auto. Then, Said Dr. Possum, I will write that as a prescription. So, On a piece of white birch bark, He wrote, One Auto Ride Every Day To Be Taken Before Meals. Dr. Possum. I'll do it at once, Said the rabbit gentleman. Uncle Wiggly Long Ears was quite rich, You know, Having found his fortune of about a million yellow carrots, As I have told you in the other story, So he could afford to have an auto. A car? And it was the nicest car you could imagine. It had a turnip for a steering wheel, And whenever Uncle Wiggly got hungry, He could take a bite of the turnip. Sometimes, After a long trip, The steering wheel would be all eaten up, And old Circus Dog Percival, Who mended broken autos, Would have to put on a new wheel. And to make a noise, So that no one would get run over by his car, Uncle Wiggly had a cow's horn fastened on his auto. So, Instead of going honk, Honk like a duck, It went moo, Moo like a bossy cow at supper time. Well, If I'm going on for my health, I'd better start, Said Uncle Wiggly, As he went out to his auto after Dr. Possum had gone. I'll take a long ride. So, He got into the machine, And pushed on the doodle-dom, And twisted the tinker-rum-tanker-rum, And soon away he went as fast as anything, If not faster. Over the fields and through the woods he went, And pretty soon he came to a place where lived a sorrowful crow gentleman. The crow is a black bird, And it pulls up corn, And goes caw, Caw, Caw. Nobody knows why, Though. And this crow was very sorrowful. He was always thinking something unpleasant was going to happen, Such as that he was going to drop his ice-cream cone in the mud, Or that somebody would put whitewash on him. Oh, He was very sorrowful, Was this crow, And his name was Mr. Caw, Caw. When Uncle Wiggly got to where the crow was sitting in a tree, The black creature cried, Oh, Dear! Oh, Woe is me! Oh, Unhappiness! Why, What is the matter? Asked Uncle Wiggly, Curious-like. Oh, Something is going to happen, Cried the crow. I know it will rain, Or snow, Or freeze, Or maybe my feathers will all blow off. Don't be silly, Said Uncle Wiggly. You just come for an auto ride with me, And you'll feel better. Come along, Bless your black tail. So Mr. Caw, Caw got into the auto, And once more Uncle Wiggly started off. He had not gone very far before all of a sudden there was a bangety-bang noise, And the auto stopped so quickly that Uncle Wiggly and the crow were almost thrown out of their seats. There, Cried the black crow, I knew something would happen, And he cried, Caw, Caw, Caw. It is nothing at all, Said the rabid gentleman as he got out to look. Only the whizzicum-whizzicum has become twisted around the jump-over-the-clothes basket, And we can't go until it's fixed. Can't go? Asked the crow. Can't go? No, Said Uncle Wiggly, And he didn't know what to do. But then along came old Dog Percival, Who used to work in a circus. I'll pull you along, He said. You sit in the auto and steer, And I'll pull you. And he did, By a rope tied to the car. The crow said it was funny to have a circus dog pulling an auto, But Uncle Wiggly did not mind, And soon they were at a place where the auto could be fixed. So Uncle Wiggly and the crow waited there while the machine was being mended. And we will see what happens to us tomorrow, Said Uncle Wiggly, For I am going to travel on. And he did. Next time, I'll tell you about Uncle Wiggly and the schoolteacher. Bye for now.