did take it.

So Dr. Possum didn't have to come in to see Jackie after all to make
him swallow the bitter stuff, and the little chap was soon all well
again. And if the clothesline doesn't try to jump rope with the Jack
in the Box, and upset the washtub, I'll tell you next about Uncle
Wiggily and the pine cones.

STORY XXVIII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PINE CONES

Uncle Wiggily Longears, the nice rabbit gentleman, was out walking in
the woods one day when he felt rather tired. He had been looking all
around for an adventure, which was something he liked to have happen to
him, but he had seen nothing like one so far.

"And I don't want to go back to my hollow stump bungalow without having
had an adventure to tell Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy about," said Mr.
Longears.

But, as I said, the rabbit gentleman was feeling rather tired, and,
seeing a nice log covered with a cushion of green moss, he sat down on
that to rest.

"Perhaps an adventure will happen to me here," thought the bunny uncle
as he leaned back against a pine tree to rest.

It was nice and warm in the woods, and, with the sun shining down upon
him, Uncle Wiggily soon dozed off in a little sleep. But when he
awakened still no adventure had happened to him.

"Well, I guess I must travel on," he said, and he started to get up,
but he could not. He could not move his back away from the pine tree
against which he had leaned to rest.

"Oh, dear! what has happened," cried the bunny uncle. "I am stuck
fast! I can't get away! Oh, dear!"

At first he thought perhaps the skillery-scalery alligator with the
humps on his tail had come softly up behind him as he slept and had him
in his claws. But, by sort of looking around backward, Mr. Longears
could see no one--not even a fox.

"But what is it holding me?" he cried, as he tried again and again to
get loose, but could not.

"I am sorry to say I am holding you!" spoke a voice up over Uncle
Wiggily's head. "I am holding you fast!"

"Who are you, if you please?" asked the rabbit gentleman.

"I am the pine tree against which you leaned your back. And on my bark
was a lot of sticky pine gum. It is that which is holding you fast,"
the tree answered.

"Why--why, it's just like sticky flypaper, isn't it?" asked Uncle
Wiggily, trying again to get loose, but not doing so. "And it is just
like the time you held the bear fast for me."

"Yes, it is; and flypaper is made from my sticky pine gum," said t