Uncle Wiggily hopped over the fence into the field where, in the far corner, Old Dog Percival was working. Uncle Wiggily began to fill his basket with what he thought were eggs that had been pulled out of the ground. You see Mr. Longears did not know much about a farm. All of a sudden the bad old Skeezicks sneaked up behind Uncle Wiggily. “This is the time I get his souse!” howled the bad chap, as he reached out his claws to grab Uncle Wiggily by the ears. “Look out! Look out!” cawed the friendly crows.
Uncle Wiggily hopped over the fence into the field where, in the far corner, Old Dog Percival was working. Uncle Wiggily began to fill his basket with what he thought were eggs that had been pulled out of the ground. You see Mr. Longears did not know much about a farm. All of a sudden the bad old Skeezicks sneaked up behind Uncle Wiggily. “This is the time I get his souse!” howled the bad chap, as he reached out his claws to grab Uncle Wiggily by the ears. “Look out! Look out!” cawed the friendly crows.