Just as Uncle Wiggily and Mrs. Twistytail and Mrs. Littletail reached a bakery, where there was a nice, big awning, it began to rain again. “Oh, let’s run for shelter under the awning!” cried Mrs. Twistytail. “It will keep us as dry as the toad stool did, Uncle Wiggily!” So all three hurried under the awning, hardly a drop of water getting on them. “You do not seem to need your umbrella, Uncle Wiggily,” said Mrs. Littletail. “This is the second time you found shelter.” Uncle Wiggily said he was lucky. The frog boys waited.
Just as Uncle Wiggily and Mrs. Twistytail and Mrs. Littletail reached a bakery, where there was a nice, big awning, it began to rain again. “Oh, let’s run for shelter under the awning!” cried Mrs. Twistytail. “It will keep us as dry as the toad stool did, Uncle Wiggily!” So all three hurried under the awning, hardly a drop of water getting on them. “You do not seem to need your umbrella, Uncle Wiggily,” said Mrs. Littletail. “This is the second time you found shelter.” Uncle Wiggily said he was lucky. The frog boys waited.