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m^^S^ I InrJft WinnilV*^ AflVftntllTftS apples are good for making pies, but in them other Text by HOWARD R. GARIS WllV>I\J VViyyll^y O nUVUlllUlUO VIRTUE LIES. THEY'RE GOOD FOR BANGING BAD CHAPS' Author of the Famous UNCLE WIGGILY BEDTIME STORIBJ Copyright, 1924, &V The McCVwre Newspaper Syndicate. Trade-Mark Registered. EYES, AND GIVING THEM A STRANGE SURPRISE. STORIBI Pictured by LANG CAMPBELL 1. Curly and Floppy Twistytail one day saw Uncle Wiggily hopping along, a basket on his paw. "Where are you going?" they asked the bunny. "After some apples so Nurse Jane can make me a pie," replied the rabbit. "Then we'll go with you!" grunted Floppy, " 'cause we like'apple pie." But when they reached the tree, the apples were too high to reach. "Maybe Uncle Butter will help," said Uncle Wiggily. 2. "Hello, Uncle Wiggily!" bleated the goat gentleman. "Hello, Uncle Butter," said the bunny. "Will you please knock your horns against this tree and shake down some apples for the piggie boys and me?" Uncle Butter said he would. He backed up a little way, took a run and then he hit the tree—"Bango bunko!" Down showered a lot of apples, and one hit Floppy right on the end of his cute nose! 3. "That's enough, Uncle Butter!" cried Uncle Wiggily as the apples showered down. "Nurse Jane can make lots of pies now." Carrying the apples in a basket, the rabbit and Uncle Butter set out for the hollow stump bungalow. Curly and Floppy squealed so loudly in delight as they thought of the pies, that Jackie and Peetie Bow Wow came running to get some. And Jackie fell down, bumping his nose. 4. "Wow Wow! Boo! Boo!" howled Jackie, when he felt the pain of his bumped» nose. "My goodness! What has happened?" cried Uncle Wiggily. "Is the Fuzzy Fox coming?" It wasn't that bad, so the bunny said they would stop, build a fire and roast some apples, and Jackie stopped crying, when some of the apples were roasted, the pigs and doggies ate them, and Uncle Butter stood on his head. 5. "Why does Uncle Butter stand on his head?" asked Peetie of Uncle Wiggily, as the bunny piled more wood on the fire. "Because I am so happy!" bleated the goat. But if he and Uncle Wiggily could have seen what was happening on the hill, they wouldn't have been so happy. For the Bob Cat was saying to the Bushy Bear: "I know where the rabbit is having an apple feast! Let us go get him!" 6. Not knowing anything about the Bob Cat and Bear coming after him, Uncle Wiggily baked more apples for his friends. Then Uncle Butter said: "1 feel like having a game of ball." All the animal boys said the same thing, and as Jackie had a ball, they began a little game. They gave Uncle Wiggily a stick for a bat and told him to make a strike. "He'll be out when we get there!" growled the Bear. 7, AH of a sudden, just when Uncle Wjggjly hit the ball and was going to run, up came the Bob Cat and Bear. "You're out!" growled the Bear. "What do you mean ?" asked the bunny, not at first knowing who had spoken. "I mean I'm going to take you to my den!" howled the Bear. "Don't be afraid, Wiggy!" whispered Uncle Butter. "We'll make believe the apples are bullets and shoot the bad chaps!" 8. "That's a good idea!" cried Uncle Wiggily, as the Bob Cat and Bear rushed forward. "Come on, boys! Load! Aim! Fire apples!" And such a shower of apples met the bad chaps, banging them on their eyes and noses, that the Bear howled! "I've had enough!" And the Bob Cat, tucking his silly little tail between his legs, howled: "I've had too much;" Then back to the woods they ran, not nibbling anyone. 9. "Well, have we enough apples left so Nurse Jane can make a pie?" asked Uncle Wiggily when the Bob Cat and Bear had run away. *'Oh, 1 think so," answered Uncle Butter. It did not take the muskrat lady housekeeper long to make a fine pie. Then, seated at Uncle Wiggily's table in the hollow stump bungalow, the feast began. "Wake up, Uncle Butter!" cried the rabbit. "It's time to eat pie!" Wow if the school teacher will let the rubber boots go swimming with the cake pf soap the next time it rains, you shall hear, a week from to-day* about UNCLE WIGGILY PyXim JWUfik.