UNCLE WIGGILY IN WONDERLAND
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UNCLE WIGGILY SERIES
by Howard R. Garis
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_UNCLE WIGGILY BEDTIME STORIES_
Uncle Wiggily in Wonderland
By HOWARD R. GARIS
Author of "SAMMIE AND SUSIE LITTLETAIL," "DICKIE AND NELLIE
FLIPTAIL," "UNCLE WIGGILY'S AIRSHIP," THE DADDY SERIES, ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BY EDWARD BLOOMFIELD
A. L. Burt Company
Publishers
New York
THE FAMOUS BED TIME STORIES
Books intended for reading aloud to the Little Folks at night. Each
volume contains colored illustrations, and a story for every night in
the month. The animal tales send the children to bed with happy dreams.
BEDTIME ANIMAL STORIES By HOWARD R. GARIS
SAMMIE AND SUSIE LITTLETAIL
JOHNNIE AND BILLIE BUSHYTAIL
LULU, ALICE AND JIMMIE WIBBLEWOBBLE
JACKIES AND PEETIE BOW-WOW
BUDDY AND BRIGHTEYES PIGG
JOIE, TOMMIE AND KITTIE KAT
CHARLIE AND ARABELLA CHICK
NEDDIE AND BECKIE STUBTAIL
BULLY AND BAWLY NO-TAIL
NANNIE AND BILLIE WAGTAIL
JOLLIE AND JILLIE LONGTAIL
JACKO AND JUMPO KINKYTAIL
CURLY AND FLOPPY TWISTYTAIL
TOODLE AND NOODLE FLAT-TAIL
DOTTIE AND WILLIE FLUFFTAIL
DICKIE AND NELLIE FLIPTAIL
UNCLE WIGGILY BEDTIME STORIES By HOWARD R. GARIS
UNCLE WIGGILY'S ADVENTURES
UNCLE WIGGILY'S TRAVELS
UNCLE WIGGILY'S FORTUNE
UNCLE WIGGILY'S AUTOMOBILE
UNCLE WIGGILY AT THE SEASHORE
UNCLE WIGGILY'S AIRSHIP
UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE COUNTRY
UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE WOODS
UNCLE WIGGILY ON THE FARM
UNCLE WIGGILY'S JOURNEY
UNCLE WIGGILY'S RHEUMATISM
UNCLE WIGGILY AND BABY BUNTY
UNCLE WIGGILY IN WONDERLAND
UNCLE WIGGILY IN FAIRYLAND
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A. L. BURT COMPANY, 114-120 East 23rd Street New York City
_Copyright, 1921, by R. F. Fenno & Company_
UNCLE WIGGILY IN WONDERLAND
CONTENTS
Chapter Page
I Uncle Wiggily and Wonderland Alice 9
II Uncle Wiggily and the March Hare 16
III Uncle Wiggily and the Cheshire Cat 23
IV Uncle Wiggily and the Dormouse 30
V Uncle Wiggily and the Gryphon 37
VI Uncle Wiggily and the Caterpillar 44
VII Uncle Wiggily and the Hatter 50
VIII Uncle Wiggily and the Duchess 56
IX Uncle Wiggily and the Cook 63
X Uncle Wiggily and the Baby 69
XI Uncle Wiggily and the Mock Turtle 76
XII Uncle Wiggily and the Lobster 83
XIII Uncle Wiggily and Father William 89
XIV Uncle Wiggily and the Magic Bottles 96
XV Uncle Wiggily and the Croquet Ball 102
XVI Uncle Wiggily and the Do-Do 108
XVII Uncle Wiggily and the Lory 115
XVIII Uncle Wiggily and the Puppy 122
XIX Uncle Wiggily and the Unicorn 129
XX Uncle Wiggily and Humpty Dumpty 136
XXI Uncle Wiggily and the Looking Glass 143
XXII Uncle Wiggily and the White Queen 150
XXIII Uncle Wiggily and the Red Queen 157
XXIV Uncle Wiggily and Tweedledum 164
XXV Uncle Wiggily and Tweedledee 171
XXVI Uncle Wiggily and the Tear Pool 178
CHAPTER I
UNCLE WIGGILY AND WONDERLAND ALICE
Once upon a time, after Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice bunny rabbit
gentleman, had some funny adventures with Baby Bunty, and when he found
that his rheumatism did not hurt him so much as he hopped on his red,
white and blue striped barber pole crutch, the bunny uncle wished he
might have some strange and wonderful adventures.
"I think I'll just hop along and look for a few," said Uncle Wiggily to
himself one morning. He twinkled his pink nose, and then he was all
ready to start.
"Good-bye, Nurse Jane! Good-bye!" he called to his muskrat lady
housekeeper, with whom he lived in a hollow stump bungalow. "I'm going
to look for some wonderful adventures!" He hopped down the front steps,
with his red, white and blue striped crutch under one paw, and his tall,
silk hat on his head. "Good-bye, Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy!"
"Good-bye!" answered Nurse Jane. "I hope you have some nice
adventures!"
"Thanks, I wish you the same," answered Uncle Wiggily, and away he went
over the fields and through the woods. He had not hopped very far,
looking this way and that, before, all of a sudden, he came to a queer
little place, near an old rail fence. Down in one corner was a hole,
partly underground.
"Ha! That's queer," said Uncle Wiggily to himself. "That looks just like
the kind of an underground house, or burrow, where I used to live. I
wonder if this can be where I made my home before I moved to the hollow
stump bungalow? I must take a look. Nurse Jane would like to hear all
about it."
So Uncle Wiggily, folding back his ears in order that they would not get
bent over and broken, began crawling down the rabbit hole, for that is
what it really was.
It was dark inside, but the bunny uncle did not mind that, being able to
see in the dark. Besides, he could make his pink nose twinkle when he
wanted to, and this gave almost as much light as a firefly.
"No, this isn't the burrow where I used to live," said Uncle Wiggily to
himself, when he had hopped quite a distance into the hole. "But it's
very nice. Perhaps I may have an adventure here. Who knows?"
And just as he said that to himself, Uncle Wiggily saw, lying under a
little table, in what seemed to be a room of the underground house, a
small glass box.
"Ha! My adventure begins!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I'll open that glass
box and see what is in it."
So the bunny uncle raised the cover, and in the glass box was a little
cake, made of carrots and cabbage, and on top, spelled out in pink
raisins, were the words:
"EAT ME!"
"Ha! That's just what I'll do!" cried jolly Uncle Wiggily, and, never
stopping to think anything might be wrong, the bunny gentleman ate the
cake. And then, all of a sudden, he began to feel very funny.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "I hope that cake didn't belong to my
nephew, Sammie Littletail, or Johnnie or Billie Bushytail, the squirrel
brothers. One of them may have lost it out of his lunch basket on his
way to school. I hope it wasn't any of their cake. But there is surely
something funny about it, for I feel so very queer!"
And no wonder! For Uncle Wiggily had suddenly begun to grow very large.
His ears grew taller, so that they lifted his tall silk hat right off
his head. His legs seemed as long as bean poles, and as for his whiskers
and pink, twinkling nose, they seemed so far away from his eyes that he
wondered if he would ever get them near enough to see to comb the one,
or scratch the other when it felt ticklish.
"This is certainly remarkable!" cried Uncle Wiggily. "I wonder what made
me grow so large all of a sudden? Could it have been the cake which gave
me the indyspepsia?"
"It was the cake!" cried a sudden and buzzing voice, and, looking around
the hole Uncle Wiggily saw a big mosquito. "It was the cake that made
you grow big," went on the bad biting bug, "and I put it here for you to
eat."
"What for?" asked the bunny uncle, puzzled like.
"So you would grow so big that you couldn't get out of this hole," was
the answer. "And now you can't! This is how I have caught you! Ha! Ha!"
and the mosquito buzzed a most unpleasant laugh.
"Oh, dear!" thought Uncle Wiggily. "I wonder if I am caught? Can't I get
out as I got in?"
Quickly he hopped to the front of the hole. But alas! Likewise
sorrowfulness! He had grown so big from eating the magical cake that he
could not possibly squeeze out of the hole through which he had crawled
into the underground burrow.
"Now I have caught you!" cried the mosquito. "Since we could not catch
you at your soldier tent or in the trenches near your hollow stump
bungalow, I thought of this way. Now we have you and we'll bite you!"
and the big mosquito, who with his bad friends had dug the hole on
purpose to get Uncle Wiggily in a trap, began to play a bugle tune on
his wings to call the other biting bugs.
"Oh, dear!" thought Uncle Wiggily. "I guess I am caught! And I haven't
my talcum powder pop gun that shoots bean-bag bullets! Oh, if I could
only get out of here!"
"You can get out, Uncle Wiggily," said a soft little voice down toward
the end of his pink, twinkling nose. "You can get out!"
"Oh, no, I can't!" the bunny said. "I am much too large to squeeze out
of the hole by which I came in here. Much too large. Oh, dear!"
"Here, drink some of this and you'll grow small just as I did when I
drank from it before I fell into the pool of tears," the soft and gentle
voice went on, and to Uncle Wiggily's surprise, there stood a nice
little girl with long, flaxen hair. She was holding out to him a bottle
with a tag that read:
"DRINK ME."
"Am I really to drink this?" asked the bunny.
"You are," said the little girl.
Uncle Wiggily took a long drink from the bottle. It tasted like lollypop
ice cream soda, and no sooner had he taken a good sip than all of a
sudden he found himself shutting up small, like a telescope. Smaller and
smaller he shrank, until he was his own regular size, and then the
little girl took him by the paw and cried:
"Come on! Now you can get out!"
And, surely enough, Uncle Wiggily could.
"But who are you?" he asked the little girl.
"Oh! I'm Alice from Wonderland," she said, "and I know you very well,
though you never met me before. I'm in a book, but this is my holiday,
so I came out. Come on, now, before the mosquitoes catch us! We'll have
a lot of funny adventures with some friends of mine. Come on!" And away
ran Uncle Wiggily with Wonderland Alice, who had saved him from being
bitten. So everything came out all right, you see.
And if the teacup doesn't lose its handle and try to do a foxtrot waltz
with the soup tureen, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the
March Hare.