Rabbit Adventures With Uncle Wiggily - Pt 6 – 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! We discover more new plants, flowers, and creatures of the woods. This time, we bring you Part 6.

Transcript

Hi, This is Stefania and this is part six of Uncle Wiggly. Uncle Wiggly and Lulu's Hat Uncle Wiggly, Do you want to do something for me? Asked Nurse Jane Fassiwasi, The muskrat lady housekeeper of the Rabbit Gentleman, One day as he started out from his hollow stomp bungalow to take a walk in the woods. Do something for you, Nurse Jane. Why, Of course I want to, Spoke Mr. Longears. What is it? Just take this piece of pie over to Mrs. Wibble Wobble, The duck lady, Went on Miss Fassiwasi. I promised to let her taste how I made an apple pie out of cabbage leaves. And very cleverly you do it too, Said Uncle Wiggly with a polite bow. I know, For I have eaten some myself. I will gladly take this pie to Mrs. Wibble Wobble. And off through the woods Uncle Wiggly started with it. He soon reached the duck lady's house, And Mrs. Wibble Wobble was very glad indeed to get a piece of Nurse Jane's pie. I'll save a bit for Lulu and Alice, My two little duck girls, Said Mrs. Wibble Wobble. Why, Aren't they home? Asked Uncle Wiggly. No, Lulu has gone over to a little afternoon party which nanny wag tail the goat girl is having, And Alice has gone to see Grandfather Goosey Ganter. Jim and me is off playing ball with Jackie and Pee-wee Bow-wow, The puppy dog boys. So I am home alone. I hope you are not lonesome, Said Uncle Wiggly. Oh, No, Thank you, Answered the duck lady. I have too much to do. Thank Nurse Jane for her pie. I shall, Uncle Wiggly promised, As he started off through the woods again. He had not gone far before all of a sudden he did not stoop low enough as he was hopping under a tree, And the first thing he knew, His tall silk hat was knocked off his head and into a puddle of water. Oh dear, Cried Uncle Wiggly as he picked up his hat. I shall never be able to wear it again until it is cleaned and ironed, And how can I have that done out here in the woods more than I know? Ah, But I know, Said a voice in a tree overhead. Who are you, And what do you know? Asked the bunny uncle, Surprised like and hopeful. I know where you can have your silk hat cleaned and ironed smooth, Said the voice. I am the tailor bird, And I do those things. Let me have your hat, Uncle Wiggly, And I'll fix it for you. Down flew the kind bird, And Uncle Wiggly gave him the hat. But what shall I wear while I'm waiting? Asked the bunny uncle. It is too soon for me to be going about without my hat. I'll need something on my head while you are fixing my silk stovepipe, Dear tailor bird. Oh, That is easy, Said the bird. Pick some of those thick green leafy ferns and make yourself a hat of them. The very thing, Cried Uncle Wiggly. Then he fastened some woodland ferns together and easily made himself a hat that would keep off the sun if it would not keep off the rain. But then it wasn't raining. There you are, Uncle Wiggly, Called the tailor bird at last. Your silk hat is ready to wear again. Thank you, Spoke the bunny uncle as he laid aside the ferns, Also thanking them. Now I am like myself again. And he hopped on through the woods, Wondering whether or not he was to have any more adventures that day. Mr. Long-Ears had not gone very much farther on before he heard a rustling in the bushes, And then a sad little voice said, Oh dear, How sad. I don't believe I'll go to the party now. All the others would make fun of me. Oh dear, Oh dear. Oh, That sounds like trouble, Said the bunny uncle. I must see what it means. He looked through the bushes and there, Sitting on a log, He saw Lulu Wibble Wobble, The little duck girl who was crying very hard, The tears rolling down her yellow bill. Why Lulu? What's the matter? Asked Uncle Wiggly. Oh dear, Answered the little quack quack child. I can't go to the party. That's what's the matter. Why can't you go? Uncle Wiggly wanted to know. I saw your mother a little while ago, And she said you were going. I know. I was going, Spoke Lulu, But I'm not now, For the wind blew my nice new hat into the puddle of muddy water, And now look at it. And she held up, A very much be-raggled and deep-raggled hat of lace and straw and ribbons and flowers. Oh dear. That hat is in a bad state to be sure, Said Uncle Wiggly. Don't cry Lulu. Almost the same thing happened to me, And the tailor bird made my hat as good as ever. Mine was all mud too, Like yours. Come, I'll take you to the tailor bird. You are very kind, Uncle Wiggly, Spoke Lulu, But if I go there, I may not get back in time for the party, And I want to wear my new hat to it very much. Ah, I see, Cried the bunny uncle. You want to look nice at the party. Well that's right, Of course. And I don't believe the tailor bird could clean your hat in time, For it is so fancy he would have to be very careful of it. But you can do as I did, Make a hat out of ferns and wear that to Nanny Wagtail's party. I'll help you. Oh, How kind you are, Cried the little duck girl. So she went along with Uncle Wiggly to where the ferns grew in the wood, Leaving her regular hat at the tailor bird's nest to be cleaned and pressed. Uncle Wiggly made Lulu the cutest hat out of fern leaves. Oh, I wish you could have seen it. There wasn't one like it, Even in Primark. Wear that to Nanny's party, Lulu, Said the rabbit gentleman. And Lulu did, The hat being fastened to her feathers with a long pin made from the stem of a fern. And when Lulu reached the party, All the animal girls cried out, Oh, What a lovely, Sweet, Cute, Dear, Cunning, Swell and stylish hat. Where did you get it? Uncle Wiggly made it, Answered Lulu. And all the girls said they were going to get one just like it. And they did, So that fern hats became very fashionable and stylish in Woodland. And Lulu had a fine time at the party. Uncle Wiggly and the Snowdrops. Uncle Wiggly, Uncle Wiggly, Will you come with me? Called a voice under the window of the hollow stump bungalow where the old gentleman rabbit was sitting half asleep one nice warm afternoon. Huh? Come with you? Who is it who wants me to come with them? Answered the bunny gentleman. I hope it isn't the bad fox or the scillary, Scally alligator with humps on his tail that is calling. They're always wanting me to go with them. The rabbit looked out of the window and he heard someone laughing. That doesn't sound like a bad fox nor yet an unpleasant alligator, Said Mr. Long Ears. Who is it? Who wants me to come with them? It is I, Susie Littletail, The rabbit girl, Was the answer. And where do you want me to come? Asked Uncle Wiggly. To the woods to pick some flowers, Answered Susie. The lady mouse teacher wants me to see how many kinds I can find. You know so much about the woods, Uncle Wiggly, That I wish you'd come with me. I will, Said the nice rabbit gentleman, Wait until I get my tall silk hat and my red, White, And blue striped barber pole crutch. And then, When he had them, Off he started, Holding Susie's paw in his and limping along under the green trees and over the carpet of green moss. Uncle Wiggly and the little rabbit girl found many kinds of flowers in the woods. There were violets, Some white and some yellow and some purple, With others blue, Like the ones Uncle Wiggly used to make bluing water for Nurse Jane's clothes. And there were red flowers and yellow ones and some jacks in their pulpits flowers, Which are very strange flowers indeed. Here, Susie, Is a new kind of blossom. Maybe you'd like some of these, Said Uncle Wiggly, Pointing to a bush that was covered with little round white balls. Oh, I didn't know the snow had lasted this long, Susie cried. I thought it had melted long ago. I don't see any snow, Said Uncle Wiggly, Looking around. On that bush, Said Susie, Pointing to the white one. Oh, That does look like snow, To be sure. But it isn't, Though the name of the flowers is Snow Drop. Flowers? I don't call them flowers, Said Susie. They are only white balls. Don't you want to pick any? Asked the rabbit. Thank you, No, Susie said. I like the prettier color flowers more than those, Which are just plain white. Well, I like them, And I'll take some to Nurse Jane, Spoke the bunny uncle. So he picked a bunch of the snow drops and carried them in his paws, While Susie gathered the brighter flowers. I think these will be all teaching will want, Said the little rabbit girl at last. Yes, We had better be getting home, Spoke the bunny uncle. Nurse Jane will have supper ready. Won't you come and eat with us, Susie? Thank you, I will, Uncle Wiggly, Said the little bunny girl, Clapping her paws. That is, As well as she could on account of holding her flowers, For she loved to eat at Uncle Wiggly's hollow stump bungalow, As did all the animal children. Well, Uncle Wiggly and Susie were going along and along through the woods, When all of a sudden, As they passed the high rock, Out from behind it jumped the bad old tail-pulling monkey. Ah-ha! Chattered the monkey chap. I am just in time, I see. Time for what? Asked Uncle Wiggly, Suspiciously. To pull your tails, Answered the monkey. I haven't had any tails to pull in a long while, And I must pull some. So though you rabbits don't have very good tails for pulling, I must do the best I can. Now, Come to me and have your tails pulled. Come on. Oh dear, Cried Susie, I don't want my tail pulled, Even if it is very short. Nor I mine, Uncle Wiggly said. That makes no manner of difference to me, Chattered the monkey. I'm a tail-pulling chap, And tails I must pull. So you might as well get it over with, Hours later. Pull our tails? Well, I guess you won't, Cried Uncle Wiggly suddenly. Come on Susie, Let's run away. Before the monkey could grab them, Uncle Wiggly and Susie started to run. But soon the monkey was after them, Crying, Stop, Stop, I must pull your tails. But we don't want you to, Answered Susie. Oh, But you must let me, Cried the monkey. Then he gave a great, Big, Long, Strong and double-jointed jump, And the monkey grabbed Uncle Wiggly by his ears. Oh, Let me go, Let go of me if you please, Begged the bunny. I thought you said you pulled tails and not ears. I do pull tails when I can get a hold of them, Said the malicious monkey. But as I can't easily get a hold of your tail, And as your ears are so large that I can easily grab them, I'll pull them instead. Already now, A long pull, A strong pull, And a pull altogether, Stop, Cried the bunny uncle, Just as the monkey was going to give three kinds of pulls at once, Stop. No, Answered the monkey, No, No, Yes, Yes, Cried the bunny uncle, If you don't stop pulling my ears, You'll freeze. And with that, The bunny uncle pulled out from behind him, Where he had kept them hidden, The bunch of white snowdrops. Aha, Cried Mr. Long-Ears to the monkey. You come from a warm country where there is no snow or snowdrops. Now, When you see these snowdrops, Shiver and shake, See how cold it is, Shiver and shake, Shake and shiver. Uncle Wiggly made to believe the flowers were real snow, Sort of shivering himself, But not like, And the tail-pulling chap, Who was very much afraid of cold and snow and ice, Chattered and said, Oh dear, Oh how cold I am, Oh, I'm freezing, I am going back to my warm nest in the tree and not pull any tails until next summer. And then the monkey ran away, Thinking the snowdrops Uncle Wiggly had picked were bits of real snow. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I said the snowdrops weren't nice, Spoke Susie, As she and Uncle Wiggly went safely home. They are very nice, Only for them the monkey would have pulled our tails. But he didn't, Because Uncle Wiggly was far more clever than that monkey. Uncle Wiggly will be off on another adventure very soon, So we'll be back with part seven. That's all for now. Bye for now.

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Great story. By the way all the times I am reviewing and rating your story’s I am not the person you see in the profile picture. I am her son Jonah lol. 🙏🤣🛌🛌 Also I can’t find pt 7?

AMAZING………like always :D