Uncle Wiggily looked up just as the good crows cried “Caw! Caw! Caw!” The bunny gentleman saw the Skeezicks about to grab for some ear souse. “Oh, what shall I do?” cried Uncle Wiggily. “How can I drive the Skee away?” The crows told the bunny to throw something at the Skee. “But I have only eggs, which Percival dug,” said the bunny. “Ha! Ha!” laughed the crows. “Those are not eggs—they are hard turnips. Throw them at the Skee!” Uncle Wiggily did, hitting him on his soft and tender nose.
Uncle Wiggily looked up just as the good crows cried “Caw! Caw! Caw!” The bunny gentleman saw the Skeezicks about to grab for some ear souse. “Oh, what shall I do?” cried Uncle Wiggily. “How can I drive the Skee away?” The crows told the bunny to throw something at the Skee. “But I have only eggs, which Percival dug,” said the bunny. “Ha! Ha!” laughed the crows. “Those are not eggs—they are hard turnips. Throw them at the Skee!” Uncle Wiggily did, hitting him on his soft and tender nose.