bout him. He is in my book. His
verse goes like this:

"Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner,
Eating a Christmas pie.
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said what a great boy am I.

"That's the boy I mean," cried Mother Goose. "But the trouble is
that Jack can't get his thumb out. He put it in the pie, to pull out
the plum, but it won't come out--neither the plum nor the thumb.
They are stuck fast for some reason or other. I wish you'd go for
Dr. Possum, so he can help us."

"I will," said Uncle Wiggily. "But is Jack Horner sitting in a
corner, as it says in the book?"

"Oh, he's doing that all right," answered Mother Goose. "But, corner
or no corner, he can't pull out his thumb."

"I'll get the doctor at once," promised the bunny uncle. He hurried
over to Dr. Possum's house, but could not find him, as Dr. Possum
was, just then, called to see Jillie Longtail, who had the
mouse-trap fever.

"Dr. Possum not in!" cried Mother Goose, when Uncle Wiggily had
hopped back and told her. "That's too bad! Oh, we must do something
for Jack. He's crying and going on terribly because he can't get his
thumb out."

Uncle Wiggily thought for a minute. Then, putting his paw in his
pocket, he felt the button-hook which had dropped from the
automobile that nearly ran over him.

"Ha! I know what to do!" cried the bunny uncle, suddenly.

"What?" asked Mother Goose.

"I'll pull out Jack's thumb myself, with this button-hook," said Mr.
Longears. "I'll make him all right without waiting for Dr. Possum."

Into the room, where, in the corner, Jack was sitting, went the
bunny gentleman. There he saw the Christmas-pie boy, with his thumb
away down deep under the top crust.

"Oh, Uncle Wiggily!" cried Jack. "I'm in such trouble. Oh, dear! I
can't get my thumb out. It must be caught on the edge of the pan, or
something!"

"Don't cry," said Uncle Wiggily, kindly. "I'll get it out for you."

[Illustration: "I wish you'd go for Dr. Possum."]

So he put the button-hook through the hole in the top pie crust,
close to Jack's thumb. Then, getting the hook on the plum, Uncle
Wiggily, with his strong paws, pulled and pulled and pulled, and----

All of a sudden out came the plum and Jack Homer's thumb, and they
weren't stuck fast any more.

"Oh, thank you, so much!" said Jack, as he got up out of his corner.

"Pray don't mention it," spoke Uncle Wiggily, politely. "I am glad I
could help you, and it also makes