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    Uncle Wiggily's Fortune
    Uncle Wiggily's Fortune
    Uncle Wiggily's Fortune
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    Uncle Wiggily's Fortune

    By Howard Roger Garis

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    Once upon a time, not so very many years ago, there lived an old gentleman rabbit named Uncle Wiggily Longears. He was a nice, quiet sort of a bunny, and he had lots of friends among other rabbits, and squirrels, and ducks, and doggies, and pussy cats, and mice and lambs, and all sorts of animals. Most especially there was a muskrat lady, named Miss Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, who liked Uncle Wiggily very much. She made a crutch for him, when he had the rheumatism. She gnawed it out of a cornstalk for him, and painted it red, white and blue with raspberry jam. Well, Uncle Wiggily was a funny old rabbit gentleman. He was always having adventures--which means things happening to you, such as stubbing your toe, or getting lost or things like that.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSkyline
    Release dateNov 9, 2017
    ISBN9788827514832
    Uncle Wiggily's Fortune
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    Howard Roger Garis

    Howard Roger Garis (1873-1962) was a prolific American author best known for his contributions to children's literature. Born in Binghamton, New York, Garis began his career as a journalist before transitioning to writing children's books. He gained widespread recognition through his creation of the "Uncle Wiggily" series, featuring the adventures of an elderly rabbit and his woodland friends. These stories, first published in 1910, became a staple of American children's literature, enchanting generations with their whimsical charm and moral lessons. Garis's literary output was staggering; he wrote over 300 books under various pseudonyms, including Victor Appleton, Laura Lee Hope, and Lester Chadwick. His work under the Victor Appleton name contributed to the famous "Tom Swift" series, which inspired future science fiction writers with its inventive spirit and technological foresight. Despite his success, Garis faced criticism for the formulaic nature of his stories and the use of multiple pseudonyms, which some argued diluted the literary quality of his work. However, his ability to capture the imaginations of young readers and his pioneering efforts in serialized children's fiction cannot be overstated. Garis's influence extended beyond his own era, paving the way for contemporary children's authors by demonstrating the commercial viability of serialized storytelling. His work championed the idea that children's literature could be both entertaining and educational, a revolutionary concept at the time. In an age where children's entertainment is dominated by digital media, Garis's enduring legacy reminds us of the timeless power of storytelling and the joy of a well-spun tale.

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      Uncle Wiggily's Fortune - Howard Roger Garis

      STORY I

      UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FOX

      Once upon a time, not so very many years ago, there lived an old gentleman rabbit named Uncle Wiggily Longears. He was a nice, quiet sort of a bunny, and he had lots of friends among other rabbits, and squirrels, and ducks, and doggies, and pussy cats, and mice and lambs, and all sorts of animals.

      Most especially there was a muskrat lady, named Miss Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy, who liked Uncle Wiggily very much. She made a crutch for him, when he had the rheumatism. She gnawed it out of a cornstalk for him, and painted it red, white and blue with raspberry jam.

      Well, Uncle Wiggily was a funny old rabbit gentleman. He was always having adventures--which means things happening to you, such as stubbing your toe, or getting lost or things like that.

      I have told you some of his adventures in a book before this one, and also about how he traveled all around looking for his fortune, so he would be rich. But he didn't find it for some time, though many things happened to him.

      The last thing that happened, in the book before this one, was that he tore his nice coat, and a good tailor bird kindly mended it for him. And he stayed at her house for some time, bringing up coal, and sweeping the sidewalk, and things like that to be useful; for Uncle Wiggily was very kind.

      He used to sleep in a hollow stump, near the nest of the tailor bird, and one night it rained so hard that he had to go to bed and pull the dried leaves up over him to keep warm. All night it rained, and in the morning Uncle Wiggily got up, and he was hoping it had cleared off, so he could travel on and seek his fortune, and get rich.

      Out of bed hopped Uncle Wiggily. In one corner of the stump was his valise in which he carried his lunch and clean clothes and the like of that.

      The day before, a bad wolf had chased Uncle Wiggily, catching him and tearing his coat, so that now the rabbit gentleman was quite stiff and sore. Still he managed to move about.

      Oh, dear me! he exclaimed as he looked out of a hole in the stump, and saw the big rain drops still pattering down, this is a very poor day for me to find my fortune. Still, I can't stay in on account of the weather, so I will get my breakfast and travel on.

      He had some carrot and lettuce sandwiches in his valise and he ate these and then looked out to see if the rain had stopped, but it had not, I am sorry to say.

      Well, Uncle Wiggily said. I don't like to get wet, but there is no help for it. I'll start out. Then he happened to think of something. I know what I'll do! he exclaimed. I'll get the largest toadstool I can find, and use it for an umbrella.

      Out he ran and soon he had picked a big toadstool that made as fine an umbrella as one could wish. Then, strapping his satchel to his back, where it would be out of the way, the old gentleman rabbit hopped off, holding the toadstool umbrella over his head, and limping along on his barber-pole crutch. And as he went over the meadows and through the woods he sang this little song, and sometimes when one sings it just at the right time, why it stops raining almost at once. But it has to be sung at the proper time. Anyhow this is the song:

      "Splish-splash! Drip-dash!

      How the raindrops fall!

      When the weather gets too wet,

      It isn't nice at all.

      "Mr. Rain, oh, please go 'way!

      For my feet are wet.

      And you're splashing on my nose.

      What? You can't stop yet?

      "Won't you please be nice to me--

      Make your raindrops dry.

      I am sure you could do this

      If you'd only try.

      "Dry raindrops are very nice,

      And if they would fall,

      We could walk in showers, and

      Not get wet at all."

      Well, as soon as Uncle Wiggily had sung this song, he looked up quickly from under his toadstool umbrella to see if it had stopped raining, but it hadn't, and he got a drop right in his left eye, which made him sneeze so hard that his spectacles fell off. And they dropped right into a mud puddle.

      Ha, hum! exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit, this is a pretty kettle of fish! Of course, he didn't mean that there was a kettle of fish in the mud puddle, but that was his manner of talking, because he was so surprised. A very pretty kettle of fish, indeed! cried the old gentleman rabbit, and speaking of fish, I guess I'll have to fish for my spectacles.

      So what did he do but use his red-white-and-blue-striped-barber-pole crutch for a fishing pole, and he dipped it down in the mud puddle and in a little while up came his glasses wiggling on the end of the crutch just like an eel.

      That is good luck! said the rabbit, as he wiped off the mud and water and put on his spectacles, and he was just going to put his toadstool umbrella over his head again when he found out that the rain had stopped and he didn't need it.

      Then he left the toadstool hanging on a berry bush by the mud puddle to dry, so that whoever came along next time would have an umbrella all ready for the rain.

      Well, now that the sun is coming out I must be on the watch for my fortune, said the old gentleman rabbit to himself. And he peered first on one side of the road and then on the other, but not a sign of his fortune could he see.

      Then, all of a sudden he saw something shining golden yellow in a field close by.

      Ah, that must be a pile of yellow gold! exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. Now my fortune is made! and he hopped over to the field. But alas! and alack-a-day! Instead of being gold the pile of yellow things were carrots.

      Well, it might be worse! said the rabbit. At least I can eat carrots. I wonder if whoever they belong to would mind if I took some?

      I wouldn't mind a bit! exclaimed a voice. Take as many as you like, Uncle Wiggily, and up jumped Mr. Groundhog, who owned the carrots. Take all you can eat and fill your valise, said Mr. Groundhog.

      Thank you very kindly, replied the rabbit, so he ate several carrots and filled his satchel with more, and then he and Mr. Groundhog talked about the weather, and things like that, until it was time for Uncle Wiggily to hop on again after his fortune.

      But he didn't find it, and pretty soon it came on toward night, and the old gentleman rabbit looked for a place to stay while it was dark.

      I think this will do, he said, when he came to a small stone cave. I'll just crawl in here with my carrots and my crutch, and in he crawled as nicely as a basket of shavings.

      Pretty soon Uncle Wiggily was fast, fast asleep, and he never thought the least mite about any danger. But danger was close at hand just the same.

      Hark! What's that creeping, creeping along under the bushes? Eh? What's that? Why, my goodness me sakes alive and a piece of pie! It's the fuzzy old fox! Yes, as true as I'm telling you, the old red fox had seen Uncle Wiggily go into the cave, and now he was snooping and snipping up to catch him if he could.

      Oh, I'll soon have a fine time! said the fox in a whisper, smacking his lips. Into the cave he crawled, and in the darkness he happened to knock over Uncle Wiggily's crutch, which was standing in a corner. Quickly the old gentleman rabbit awakened when he heard the noise. Up he jumped and he cried out:

      Who's there?

      I'm the fox, was the answer, and I came to catch you.

      But do you s'pose Uncle Wiggily was afraid? Not a bit of it. He ran to his valise and he took out a pawful of carrots with their sharp points, and before that fox could even sneeze the rabbit threw one carrot at him and hit him on the nose, for Uncle Wiggily could see in the dark.

      Then he threw another carrot and hit the fox on the ear, and then he threw still another one and he hit him on the two eyes, and that fox was so frightened and surprised that he jumped out of the second-story window of the cave house and sprained his toenail. Then he ran back to his den and didn't bother Uncle Wiggily any more that night, and the rabbit slept in peace and quietness, and dreamed about Santa Claus and ice-cream popcorn balls.

      But Uncle Wiggily had another adventure next day. I'll tell you about it in a little while, when, in case some one sends me a mud pie with a cherry on the top, the story will be about Uncle Wiggily and the bird's nest.

      STORY II

      UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BIRD'S NEST

      Now, I must be very careful to-day, said Uncle Wiggily to himself as he got up after sleeping in the stone cave, as I told you he did in the story before this one. I must be very careful so that fox won't catch me.

      So, very carefully and cautiously, he crept to the window of the stone cave house, and looked down, but the red fox was not there. The sun was brightly shining and the old gentleman rabbit could see the big dent made in the soft ground, where the fox had landed when he jumped out of the window and sprained his toenail.

      My! that certainly was a narrow escape for me, thought Uncle Wiggily. Then he fried some of Mr. Groundhog's carrots for his breakfast and, putting some of them in his valise for his lunch, off he started once more to seek his fortune.

      He hadn't gone very far before he came to a place where he heard a funny buzzing sound. It was just like a small saw-mill away off in the woods, where the men saw logs into boards in order that houses may be built.

      Oh, my suz dud and a piece of red paper! exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. I must be careful or I might get my nose cut off in that saw-mill. So he was very careful, and, after he had listened a while longer, he wasn't quite so sure that it was a saw-mill that he heard, for he could hear a little voice crying:

      Oh, dear. I'll never get loose! I'm caught fast! Oh, if some one would only help me!

      Ha! That is some one in trouble! said the rabbit. I'm going to see if I can't help them. So he bravely kept on through the woods, and the buzzing sound became louder, until, all at once, the old gentleman rabbit saw a nice, good bumble bee caught in the web of a big, black spider.

      The bee was all tangled up in the web, and it was his wings fluttering to and fro and up and down that made the buzzing sound.

      Ha! Can't you get loose? asked the rabbit.

      Indeed he can't! cried the big, black spider lady, as she sat all hunched up in a corner of her web, waiting for the bee to get more tangled up and all tired out, so she could bite him. He'll never get away from me, said the spider lady, sassy-like.

      Oh, ho! We will have to see about that! exclaimed the rabbit. I am afraid you are mistaken, Mrs. Spider. I am very sorry to have to spoil your cobweb, but I must help my friend, the bumble bee. And with that Uncle Wiggily took his crutch, and broke the web away from the bee's legs and wings so that he was loose and could fly away.

      I never can thank you enough, Uncle Wiggily, said the bee to the rabbit, "and if ever I can do you, or any of your friends, a favor

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