Rabbit Adventures With Uncle Wiggily -Pt 3 –Children's Story

We had a request from a listener for a story about rabbits. So, here’s one. It’s part of a series about the lovely adventures of a kind, gentlemen elderly rabbit and all his animal friends, nieces & nephews. Uncle Wiggily in the Woods – passing on rabbit wisdom to help and teach the youngsters about nature, trees, life, life in the woods, and having fun! This time, we bring you Part 3.

Transcript

Hi, It's Stefania, And here is part three of Uncle Wiggly in the Woods. He has more exciting adventures, And starting off, He's going to meet some tiny little purple friends. Flowers called violets. Here we go, Part three. Uncle Wiggly and the violets. Down in the kitchen of the hollow stump bungalow there was a great clattering of pots and pans. Uncle Wiggly long ears, The rabbit gentleman who lived in the bungalow, Sat up in bed, Haven't been awakened by the noise. And he said, Well, I wonder what Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy is doing now. She certainly is busy at something, And it can't be making the breakfast buckwheat cakes either, For she has stopped baking them. I say, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy, What's going on down in your kitchen? Called the rabbit gentleman out loud. I'm washing, Answered the muskrat lady. Washing what? The dishes? The bunny uncle wanted to know if you wash them as hard as it sounds, There won't be any of them left for dinner. And I haven't had my breakfast yet. No, I'm getting ready to wash the clothes, And I wish you'd come down and eat so I can clear away the table things. Called the muskrat lady. Oh dear. Clothes washing, Cried Uncle Wiggly, Making his pink nose twinkle in a funny way. Oh, I don't like to be around the bungalow when that is being done. I guess I'll get my breakfast and go for a walk. Clothes have to be washed, I suppose, Went on the rabbit gentleman. And when Miss Jane has been ill, I have washed them myself, But I do not like it. I'll go off in the woods. And so, Having had his breakfast of carrot pudding with turnip sauce sprinkled over the top, Uncle Wiggly took his red, White and blue striped rheumatism crutch and hopped along. The woods were getting more and more beautiful every day as the weather grew warmer. The leaves on the trees were larger, And here and there, Down in the green moss that was like a carpet on the ground, Could be seen wild flowers growing up. I wonder what sort of an adventure I will have today, Thought the bunny uncle as he went on and on. A nice one, I hope. And as he said this, Uncle Wiggly heard some voices speaking. Oh dear, Exclaimed a sad little voice. No one will ever see us here. Of what use are we in the world? We are so small that we cannot be noticed. We are not brightly colored, Like the red rose, And all that will happen to us will be that a cow will come along and eat us or step on us with her big foot. Oosh, You mustn't talk that way, Said another voice. You were put here to grow and do the best you know how. It be finding fault. I wonder who can be talking, Said Uncle Wiggly. I must look around. So he looked up in the air, But though he heard the leaves whispering, He knew they had not spoken. Then he looked to the right, To the left, In front, And behind, But he saw no one. Then he looked down, And right at his feet was a clump of blue violet flowers. Did you speak? Asked Uncle Wiggly of the violets. Yes, Answered the one who had been finding fault. I was telling my sisters and brothers that we are of no use in the world. We just grow up here in the woods where no one sees us, And we can never have any fun. I want to be a big red rose and grow in a garden. Oh my, Cried Uncle Wiggly. I never heard of a violet turning into a rose. Then the mother violet spoke and said, I tell my little girl flower that she ought to be happy to grow here in the nice woods, In the green moss, Where it is so cool and moist. But she does not seem to be happy, Nor are some of the other violets. Well, That isn't right, Uncle Wiggly said kindly, I'm sure you violets can do some good in this world. You are pretty to look at and nice to smell, And that is more than can be said of some things. Oh, I want to do something big, Said the fault finding violet. I want to go out in the world and see things. So do I, And I, And I, Cried the other violets. Uncle Wiggly thought for a minute, And then he said, I'll do this. I'll dig up a bunch of you violets who want a change and take you with me for a walk. I will leave some earth on your roots so you can be okay, And we shall see what happens. Oh, Getty, Cried the violets. So Uncle Wiggly dug them up with his paws, Putting some cool moss around their roots. And when they had said goodbye to the mother violet, Away they went, Traveling with the bunny uncle. Oh, This is fine, Cried the first violet, Nodding her head in the breeze. It is very kind of you, Uncle Wiggly, To take us with you. I wish we could do you a kindness. And then a bad old fox jumped out from behind a stump and started to grab the rabbit gentleman. But when the fox saw the pretty violets and smelled their sweetness, The fox felt sorry at having been bad and said, Excuse me, Uncle Wiggly. I'm sorry I tried to bite you. The sight of these pretty violets makes me feel happier than I did. I am going to try to be good. I'm glad of it, Said Mr. Long-Ears as he hopped on through the woods. You see, You have already done some good in this world, Even if you are only tiny flowers, He said to the violets. Then Uncle Wiggly went on to his hollow stump bungalow and reaching there he heard Nurse Jane sing. Oh dear, This is terrible. Here I have the clothes almost washed and not a bit of bluing to rinse them in, To make them nice and fresh. Oh, Why didn't I tell Wiggy to bring me some bluing from the store? Oh dear. Ah, Perhaps these will make blue water, Said the bunny uncle holding out the bunch of violets. Would you like to help Nurse Jane, He asked the flowers. Oh yes, Oh yes, Very much, Cried the violets. Then Uncle Wiggly dipped their blue heads into the clean rinsing water, Just a little dip so as not to make them catch cold. And enough color came out of the violets to make the water properly blue for Nurse Jane's clothes so she could finish the washing. So you see, You have done more good in the world, Said Uncle Wiggly to the flowers. Then he took them back and planted them in the woods where they lived and very glad they were to return too. We have seen enough of the world, They said. And thereafter, They were glad enough to live down in the moss with the mother violet. How about that? You don't have to be big to be helpful. You can be small and powerful. Now, Let's think about the next adventure. Uncle Wiggly and the High Tree. Uncle Wiggly and the High Tree. Little Wiggly Long Ears, The nice rabbit gentleman, Stood in front of the looking-glass, Trying on a new, Tall silk hat he had just bought ready for Easter Sunday, Which would happen in about a week or two. Do you think this looks well on me, Nurse Jane? Asked the bunny uncle of the muskrat lady housekeeper who came in from the kitchen of the hollow stump bungalow, Having just finished washing the dishes. Well, Yes, I think your new hat is very nice, She said. Do you think I ought to have the holes for my ears cut a little larger? Asked the bunny uncle. I mean the holes cut, Not my ears. Well, Just a little larger wouldn't hurt any, Replied Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. I'll cut them for you. And she did, With her scissors. For Uncle Wiggly had to wear his tall silk hat with his ears sticking up through holes cut in it. His ears were too large to go under the hat, And he could not very well fold them down. There, Now I guess I'm all right to go for a walk in the woods, Said the rabbit gentleman, Taking another look at himself in the glass. It was not a proud look, You understand. Uncle Wiggly just wanted to look right and proper. And he wasn't at all stuck up, Even if his ears were, And he couldn't help that. So off he started, Wondering what sort of an adventure he would have that day. He passed the place where the blue violets were growing in the green moss, The same violets he had used to make Nurse Jane's bluing water for her clothes the other day, As I told you. And the violets were glad to see the bunny uncle. Then Uncle Wiggly met Grandfather Goosey Gander, The nice old goose gentleman, And the two friends walked on together, Talking about how much cornmeal you could buy with an ice lolly, And all about the best way to eat fried ice cream carrots. That's a very nice hat you have on, Uncle Wiggly, Said Grandpa Goosey after a bit. Glad you like it, Answered the bunny uncle. It's for Easter. I think, I think I'll get one for myself, Went on Mr. Gander. Do you think I would look well in it? Try mine on and see, Offered Uncle Wiggly most kindly. So he took off his new, Tall, Silk hat off his head, Pulling his ears out of the holes Nurse Jane had cut for them, And handed it to Grandfather Goosey Gander. Handed the hat, I mean, Not the ears, Though of course the holes went with the hat. There, How do I look? Asked the goose gentleman. Quite stylish and proper, Replied Mr. Long Ears. I'd like to see myself before I buy a hat like this, Went on Grandpa Goosey. I hope it doesn't make me look too tall. Here's a spig of water over by this old stump, Spoke Uncle Wiggly. You can see yourself in that, For it is just like a mirror. Grandpa Goosey leaned over to see how Uncle Wiggly's tall, Silk hat looked, When all of a sudden along came a puff of wind, Caught the hat under the brim, And as Grandpa Goosey had no ears to hold it on his head, Asked the bunny uncle hat, Away sewed the hat up in the air, And it landed right in the top of a big high tree. Oh dear, Cried Uncle Wiggly. Oh dear, Said Grandpa Goosey. I'm very sorry that happened. Oh dear. It wasn't your fault at all, Spoke Uncle Wiggly kindly. It was the wind. But with your nice new, Tall, Silk hat up in that high tree, How are we ever going to get it down? Asked the goose gentleman. I don't know, Answered Uncle Wiggly. Let me think. So he thought for a moment or two, And then he said, Okay. There are three ways by which we may get the hat down. One is to ask the wind to blow it back to us. Another is to climb up the tree and get the hat ourselves. And the third is to ask the tree to shake it down to us. We'll try the wind first. So Uncle Wiggly and Grandpa Goosey asked the wind that had blown the hat up in the top of the high tree to kindly blow it back again. But the wind had gone far out to sea and would not be back for a week. So that way of getting the hat was of no use. Mr. High Tree, Will you kindly shake my hat down to me? Asked Uncle Wiggly next. I would like to, Very much, The tree answered politely. But I cannot shake where there is no wind to blow me. We trees cannot shake ourselves, You know. We can only shake when the wind blows us. And until the wind comes back, I cannot shake. Too bad, Said Uncle Wiggly. And the only way left for us to do, Grandpa Goosey, Is to climb the tree. But this was easier said than done, For neither a rabbit nor a goose gentleman is made for climbing up trees. Though when he was a young chap, Grandpa Goosey had flown into little trees and Uncle Wiggly had jumped over them. But that was long, Long ago. Try as they did. Neither the rabbit gentleman nor the goose gentleman could climb up after the tall silk hat. What are we going to do? Asked Grandpa Goosey. I don't know, Replied Mr. Long-Ears. I guess I'll have to go get Billy or Johnny Bushy-Tail, The squirrel boys, To climb the tree for us. Yes, That's what I'll do. And then I can get my hat. Uncle Wiggly started off through the woods to look for one of the Bushy-Tail chaps, While Grandpa Goosey stayed near the tree to catch the hat in case it should happen to fall by itself. All of a sudden Uncle Wiggly heard someone coming along whistling, And then he heard a loud pounding sound. And next he saw Toodle Flat-Tail, The beaver boy, Walking in the woods. Oh, Toodle, You're the very one I want, Cried Uncle Wiggly. My hat is in a high tree and I can't get it. With your strong teeth, Just made for cutting down trees, Will you kindly cut this one down and get my hat for me? I will, Said the little beaver chap. But when he began to gnaw on the tree to make it fall, The tree cried, Oh, Mr. Wind, Please come and blow on me so I can shake Uncle Wiggly's hat to him. Then I don't have to be gnawed down. Please blow, Mr. Wind. So the wind hurried back and blew the tree this way and that. Down toppled Uncle Wiggly's hat, Not in the least hurt, And so everything was all right again. And Uncle Wiggly and Grandpa Goosey and Toodle Flat-Tail the beaver were happy, And the tree was extra glad as it did not have to be gnawed down. So there we go. Uncle Wiggly got his hat. The tree was all okay. And the beaver didn't have to gnaw and gnaw and gnaw until that tree fell over. Happy days! And the next time, We'll hear the story about Uncle Wiggly and the peppermint. And that's all for now. Bye till next time!

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