he story in the book.

"But that isn't my fault," said Uncle Wiggily, as he took the rest
of the jam tarts to the Wibblewobble children. "I just had to help
Simple Simon." Which was very kind of Uncle Wiggily, I think; don't
you? It didn't matter if, just once, something happened that wasn't
in the book.

And Mrs. Wibblewobble didn't at all mind some of the leaves being
off her rubber plant. So you see we should always be kind when we
can; and if the canary bird doesn't go to sleep in the bowl with the
goldfish, and forget to whistle like an alarm clock in the morning,
I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the crumple-horn cow.

CHAPTER XIV

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CRUMPLE-HORN COW

"Where are you going, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy,
the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she saw the rabbit gentleman
starting out from his hollow-stump bungalow one day. He was back
again from his visit to Sammie and Susie Littletail.

"Oh, I'm just going for a walk," answered Mr. Longears. "I have not
had an exciting adventure since I carried the valentines for Jack
and Jill, before they tumbled down hill, and perhaps to-day I may
find something else to make me lively, and happy and skippy like."

"Too much hopping and skipping is not good for you," the muskrat
lady said.

"Yes, I think it is, if you will excuse me for saying so," spoke
Uncle Wiggily politely. "It keeps my rheumatism from getting too
painful."

Then, taking his red, white and blue striped rheumatism crutch from
inside the talking machine horn, Uncle Wiggily started off.

Over the fields and through the woods went the rabbit gentleman,
until, pretty soon, as he was walking along, wondering what would
happen to him that day, he heard a voice saying:

"Moo! Moo! Moo-o-o-o-o!"

"Ah! That sounds rather sad and unhappy like," spoke the rabbit
gentleman to himself. "I wonder if it can be any one in trouble?"

So he peeked through the bushes and there he saw a nice cow, who was
standing with one foot in the hollow of a big stump.

"Moo! Moo!" cried the cow. "Oh, dear, will no one help me?"

"Why, of course, I'll help you," kindly said Uncle Wiggily. "What is
the matter, and who are you?"

"Why, I am the Mother Goose cow with the crumpled horn," was the
answer, "and my foot is caught so tightly in the hole of this stump
that I cannot get it out."

"Why, I'll help you, Mrs. Crumpled-horn Cow," said Uncle Wiggily,
kindly. Then, with his r