More Rabbit Adventure Stories With Uncle Wiggily-Book3-Pt 2

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!

Transcript

Hi, It's Stefania, And here we are with the next chapter of Uncle Wiggly's Automobile. If you remember in the last chapter, Uncle Wiggly's Automobile broke down, And he had to get it fixed. It got fixed, And now we move on. Uncle Wiggly and the School Teacher Uncle Wiggly Long Ears, The nice old rabid gentleman, Was riding along in his automobile with a turnip for a steering wheel, And he had not taken more than two bites out of the turnip so far, For it was only shortly after breakfast. With him was Mr. Caw Caw, The black crow gentleman. Do you think your automobile will go all right now? Asked the crow as he looked down from his seat at the big wheels, Which had sausages around for tires. So in case old Percival, The circus dog, Got hungry, He could eat one for lunch. Oh, Yes, It will go all right now, Said the rabid gentleman, Especially since we have had it fixed. I think, If I'm not mistaken, That I told you in the story before this one how Uncle Wiggly had been advised by Dr. Possum to go traveling around for his health, And how he had started off in the auto? Did I tell you that? He met Mr. Caw Caw, And the tinkle and clunk on the auto broke, Or else it was the wittle wattle wump. Anyway, It wouldn't go, And old dog Percival, Coming along, Pulled the machine to the repair shop. Then, Uncle Wiggly and Mr. Caw Caw slept all night, And now it was daylight again, And they had started off once more. It is a lovely morning, Said Uncle Wiggly, As he drove the machine over the fields and through the woods. A lovely spring day. But we may get an April shower before night, Said Mr. Caw Caw, The crow gentleman, Who had black feathers, And who was always sad instead of being happy. Oh, Dear, I'm sure it will rain, He said. Nonsensicalness, Cried Uncle Wiggly, Swinging his ears around just like some sucker's balloons trying to get away from an elephant eating peanuts. Cheer up. Be happy. Well, If it doesn't rain, It will snow, Said the sad crow. Oh, Cheer up, Said Uncle Wiggly, As he took another bite out of the turnip steering wheel. Have a nibble, He went on politely. It may only blow. Oh, I'm sure it will do something, Spoke the gloomy crow, And I don't care for turnip anyway. Have some corn, Then, Said Uncle Wiggly. Is it popped? Asked the crow. No, But I can pop it, Said the old gentleman rabbit. I will put it on my automobile engine, Which gets very hot, Almost like a glass stove. So the old rabbit gentleman, Who was riding around in his auto to take exercise because he was getting too fat, And Dr. Possum, It said so, Popped the corn on the hot engine. And very good it was, Too, For the crow to eat. But even the popcorn could not seem to make the unhappy crow feel better. And he cried so much as the auto went along that his tears made a mud puddle in the road where they happened to be just then. And the auto wheels, With the sausages on for tires, Splashed in the mud and made it fly all over, Just like anything. Then, Just as Uncle Wiggly steered the auto right away from the road into a nice green wood where the leaves were just coming out on the trees, The old gentleman rabbit heard someone saying, Oh, Dear, Oh, Dear, Oh, Dear me, I know I'll never be at school on time. Oh, What a bad accident. My, Cried Uncle Wiggly, What can that be? Oh, Something dreadful, You may be sure, Said Mr. Caw-Caw, The crow gentleman. Oh, I just knew something would happen on this trip. Well, Let it happen, Said Uncle Wiggly. I like things to happen. There seems to be someone in trouble, And I'm going to help, Whoever it is. Then please help me, Said the voice. Who are you? Asked Uncle Wiggly. I am Lady Mouse, The schoolteacher, Said someone they could not see. And on my way to school, I ran a thorn in my foot, So I cannot walk. If I am not there on time to open the school, The children will not know what to do. Oh, Isn't it terrible? Say no more, Cried Uncle Wiggly cheerfully. You shall ride to school in my auto, Then you will be there on time, And the animal children will not have to go home and miss their lessons. I am so glad I can help you. Isn't it horribly jolly to help people, Cried Uncle Wiggly to the crow, Just as an English rabbit might have done. Oh, Is jolly all right, If you can help them, Said the crow, But I'm sure something will happen. Some bad elephant will eat off our sausage tires, Or a cow will drink the gasoline, Or we shall roll down a hill. Nonsensicalness, Cried Uncle Wiggly, Real exasperated like, Which means bothered. Get in, Miss Mouse, Schoolteacher, He said, And I will soon have you at your classes. Well, The lady mouse schoolteacher got into the auto and sat beside Mr. Caw Caw, Who asked her how many six and seven grains of corn were. Thirteen, Said the nice mouse schoolteacher. Thirteen in the winter, Spoke the crow, But I mean in the summer. Six and seven are thirteen in summer, Just as in winter, Said the lady mouse. Wrong, Croaked the crow. If you plant thirteen grains of corn in summer, You get thirteen stalks, Each with thirteen ears of corn on, And each ear has five hundred and sixty-three grains, And thirteen times thirteen times five hundred times sixty-three plus sixty-three makes, Uh, How many does it make, He asked Uncle Wiggly suddenly. Oh, Please stop, Cried the lady mouse schoolteacher, You make my headache. How much is one headache and two headaches, Asked the crow, Who seemed quite curious. Stop, Stop, Cried Uncle Wiggly, As he took a bite out of the turnip stirring wheel. You will make an auto turn a somersault. How much, Said the crow, Is one somersault and one pepper salt added to a mustard plaza and divided by, There you go, Suddenly cried Uncle Wiggly, As the auto hit a stone and stopped. You've made the plunkety-plunk bite the wizzle-wazzle. Oh, Dear, Cried the crow, I knew something would happen. Well, It was your fault, Said Uncle Wiggly, Now I'll have to have the auto fixed again. Can't we go on to the school, Asked the lady mouse teacher anxiously. No, I'm sorry to say we cannot, Said Uncle Wiggly. Then I shall be late and the children will all run home after all. Oh, Dear, I knew something, Began the crow. Stop it, Cried Uncle Wiggly, Provoked like. The lady mouse teacher did not know what to do and it looked as if she would be late. For even when Uncle Wiggly had crawled under the auto and had put pepper on the sausage tires, He could not make the machine go. But, Just as the school teacher was going to be late, Along came flying Dickie Chick-Chick, The sparrow boy, With his new airship. And in the airship, He gave the lady mouse school teacher a ride to school up above the treetops, So she was not late after all. She called a goodbye to Uncle Wiggly, Who sometime afterward had his auto fixed again. And then he and the crow gentlemen went on and had more adventures. The next one, I'll tell you about. Next time, Not this time, Next time, It's about sweeties, Candies, And a little girl named Cora. And that's it for now. Be good. Bye-bye.

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