heumatism crutch, the rabbit gentleman
pushed loose the cow's hoof from where it was caught in the stump,
and she was all right again.

"Oh, thank you so much, Uncle Wiggily," spoke the crumpled-horn cow.
"If ever I can do you a favor I will."

"Thank you," said the rabbit gentleman, politely. "I'm sure you
will. But how did you happen to get your hoof caught in that stump?"

"Oh, I was standing on it, trying to see if I could jump over the
moon," was the answer.

"Jump over the moon!" cried the rabbit gentleman. "You surprise me!
Why in the world----"

"It's this way, you see," spoke the crumpled-horn lady cow. "In the
Mother Goose book it says: 'Hi-diddle-diddle, the cat's in the
fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon.' Well, if one cow did that, I
don't see why another one can't. I got up on the stump, to try and
jump over the moon, but my foot slipped and I was caught fast.

"I suppose I should not have tried it, for I am the cow with the
crumpled horn. You have heard of me, I dare say. I'm the cow with
the crumpled horn, that little Boy Blue drove out of the corn. I
tossed the dog that worried that cat that caught the rat that ate
the malt that lay in the house that Jack built."

"Oh, I remember you now," said Uncle Wiggily.

"And this is my crumpled horn," went on the cow, and she showed the
rabbit gentleman how one of her horns was all crumpled and crooked
and twisted, just like a corkscrew that is used to pull hard corks
out of bottles.

"Well, thank you again for pulling out my foot," said the cow, as
she turned away. "Now I must go toss that dog once more, for he's
always worrying the cat."

So the cow went away, and Uncle Wiggily hopped on through the woods
and over the fields. He had had an adventure, you see, helping the
cow, and later on he had another one, for he met Jimmie
Wibblewobble, the boy duck, who had lost his penny going to the
store for a cornmeal-flavored lollypop. Uncle Wiggily found the
penny in the snow, and Jimmie was happy once more.

The next day when Uncle Wiggily awakened in his hollow-stump
bungalow, and tried to get out of bed, he was so lame and stiff that
he could hardly move.

"Oh, dear!" cried the rabbit gentleman. "Ouch! Oh, what a pain!"

"What is it?" asked Nurse Jane. "What's the matter?"

"My rheumatism," answered Uncle Wiggily. "Please send to Dr. Possum
and get some medicine. Ouch! Oh, my!"

"I'll go for the medicine myself," Nurse Jane said, and, tying he