As Uncle Wiggily walked along with Mrs. Twistytail, the pig lady, he carried his umbrella, furled like the sail of a boat, under his paw. All of a sudden it began to April shower again, just as the rabbit gentleman and the lady pig passed near a large toad stool. “Oh, let’s get under that, and you will not have to raise your umbrella,” said Mrs. Twistytail, and they were soon sheltered from the storm. “If he never raises his umbrella he’ll never know what a joke we played on him,” said Bawly. “Wait,” advised Bully.
As Uncle Wiggily walked along with Mrs. Twistytail, the pig lady, he carried his umbrella, furled like the sail of a boat, under his paw. All of a sudden it began to April shower again, just as the rabbit gentleman and the lady pig passed near a large toad stool. “Oh, let’s get under that, and you will not have to raise your umbrella,” said Mrs. Twistytail, and they were soon sheltered from the storm. “If he never raises his umbrella he’ll never know what a joke we played on him,” said Bawly. “Wait,” advised Bully.