Uncle Wiggily pelted the Skee so hard, and the crows picked at him so much, that the bad chap was glad enough to run away. “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” he cackled. “I never thought Uncle Wiggily would throw hard turnips at me instead of eggs.” And Uncle Wiggily was much surprised when he found he had been gathering turnips for eggs. “But I found a real hen’s nest,” said Nurse Jane, as she showed her sunbonnet full of good eggs. “Well! Well!” said Uncle Wiggily, “there are more things on a farm than I thought.”
Uncle Wiggily pelted the Skee so hard, and the crows picked at him so much, that the bad chap was glad enough to run away. “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” he cackled. “I never thought Uncle Wiggily would throw hard turnips at me instead of eggs.” And Uncle Wiggily was much surprised when he found he had been gathering turnips for eggs. “But I found a real hen’s nest,” said Nurse Jane, as she showed her sunbonnet full of good eggs. “Well! Well!” said Uncle Wiggily, “there are more things on a farm than I thought.”