Uncle Wiggily beat the Skuddlemagoon so hard that the bad creature was glad enough to run away. “What do you want me to do next to help you, Nurse Jane?” asked the rabbit gentleman. “You might cut a little wood for the fire, so I can get supper,” answered the muskrat lady. So Uncle Wiggily took the axe and began to chop a stick. But, just as he gave a hard cut, the Boozap rushed up to try for some souse. And the end of the stick flew over and hit him on the nose. “Woe is me!” howled the Boozap.
Uncle Wiggily beat the Skuddlemagoon so hard that the bad creature was glad enough to run away. “What do you want me to do next to help you, Nurse Jane?” asked the rabbit gentleman. “You might cut a little wood for the fire, so I can get supper,” answered the muskrat lady. So Uncle Wiggily took the axe and began to chop a stick. But, just as he gave a hard cut, the Boozap rushed up to try for some souse. And the end of the stick flew over and hit him on the nose. “Woe is me!” howled the Boozap.