And if the egg beater doesn’t try to catch an automobile in the mosquito netting, and bite it full of holes so it looks like a lace curtain, the next pictures and story will tell how
AT THANKSGIVING TIME THE BUNNY RABBIT GENTLEMAN TRIED TO BE THANKFUL AS YOU MAY SEE FROM THE FOLLOWING PICTURES.
Uncle Wiggily Distributes Thanksgiving Cakes --------------------------------------------
1. “Well, Nurse Jane, I’m going!” cried Uncle Wiggily as he started out from his hollow stump bungalow one day, carrying a basket full of frosted cakes. “Where are you going?” asked the muskrat lady housekeeper. “I’m going to call on my friends,” answered the bunny. “And to every one who is thankful at this Thanksgiving season, I’m going to give a cake.” Nurse Jane told him to watch out for the Fox and Wolf.
2. Uncle Wiggily hopped along with his basket of Thanksgiving cakes until he came to the home of Mr. Twistytail, the pig gentleman. “What is the matter?” asked the bunny. “Oh, I’m a very sick pig,” was the answer. “Then I suppose you have nothing to be thankful for?” asked the bunny. “Oh, yes, I’m glad all my legs aren’t tied up,” grunted Mr. Twistytail. “You get a cake!” laughed Uncle Wiggily.
3. Leaving thankful Mr. Twistytail, Uncle Wiggily saw Uncle Butter the goat. Uncle Butter was running toward a fence on which was posted the picture of another goat. “Ah,” said Uncle Wiggily, “my friend is going to have a little morning exercise. He is going to see how strong his horns are. He must be thankful that he is so strong. I’ll give him a cake after he bangs the picture goat. He can’t hurt him.”
4. All of a sudden Uncle Butter banged himself against the fence. But the boards were thin and Uncle Butter’s head went all the way through and stuck out on the other side. “Dear me!” cried Uncle Wiggily, “I suppose you have nothing to be thankful for now!” Uncle Butter bleated and said he was glad he didn’t have two heads to get stuck in the fence. “Ha! Ha!” laughed the bunny. “You get a cake!”
5. Uncle Wiggily helped Uncle Butter pull his head out of the fence, and then the goat gentleman took his Thanksgiving cake home. Uncle Wiggily hopped on a little farther until he met Police Dog Percival. “Why do you look so bad, Percival?” asked the bunny. “I’m afraid you are not thankful. You can’t have a cake.” Percival swung his club. “No, I’m not thankful. But I smell a Fox. Wait a moment!”