off, licking his chops, where the cornstarch
pudding stuff was stuck on his whiskers. "It will be a great joke on
them!"

But let us see what happens.

Uncle Wiggily awakened from his sleep in the woods, and started off
toward his hollow stump bungalow.

"I declare!" he cried. "That sleep made me hungry. I shall be glad to
eat some of the cream puffs I have in my basket."

"What's that?" asked a sharp voice in the bushes. "What did you say
you had in the basket?"

"Cream puffs," answered Uncle Wiggily, without thinking, and then, all
of a sudden, out jumped the bad old skillery-scalery alligator with the
humps on his tail.

"Ha! Cream puffs!" cried the 'gator, as I call him for short, though
he was rather long. "Cream puffs! If there is one thing I like more
than another it is cream puffs! It is lucky you brought them with you,
or I would have nothing for dessert when I have you for supper."

"Are you--are you going to have me for supper?" asked Uncle Wiggily,
sort of anxious like.

"I am!" cried the alligator, positively. "But I will eat the dessert
first. Give me those cream puffs!" he cried and he made a grab for the
bunny's basket, and, reaching in, scooped out the puff balls, thinking
they were cream puffs. The 'gator, without looking, took one bite and
a chew and then----

"Oh, my! Ker-sneezio! Ker-snitzio! Ker-choo!" he sneezed as the
powder from the puff balls went up his nose and into his eyes. "Oh,
what funny cream puffs! Wow!" And, not stopping to so much as nibble
at Uncle Wiggily, away ran the alligator to get a drink of lemonade.

[Illustration: "Ker-sneezio! Ker-snitzio! Ker-choo!" he sneezed as
the powder from the puff balls went up his nose and into his eyes.]

So you see, after all, the weasel's trick saved Uncle Wiggily, who soon
went back to the store for more cream puffs--real ones this time, and
he got safely home with them.

And nothing else happened that day. But if the trolley car stops
running down the street to play with the jitney bus, so the pussy cat
can have a ride when it wants to go shopping in the three and four-cent
store, I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the May flowers.

STORY XXV

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE MAY FLOWERS

"Rat-a-tat!" came a knock on the door of the hollow stump bungalow,
where Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, lived in the woods
with Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, his muskrat lady housekeeper.

"My! Some one i