suggested Uncle Wiggily, "and he may give you some peanuts."

"Oh, joy! I hope he does!" cried the big fellow. "I just love hot
peanuts!" Well, they went on together for some time, when, all of a sudden
a man jumped out from behind the bushes, and exclaimed:

"Ha, Mr. Elephant! I've been looking for you. Now you come right back with
me to the circus where you belong." And he went up to the elephant and
took hold of his trunk.

"Oh, I don't want to go," whined the tremendous creature. "I want to stay
with Uncle Wiggily, and have some fun."

"But you can't," said the man. "You are needed in the circus. A lot of
boys and girls are waiting in the tent, to give you peanuts and popcorn."

"Well, then, I s'pose I'd better go back," sighed the wobbly animal with
the long tusks. "I'll see you again, Uncle Wiggily." So the elephant said
good-bye to the rabbit, and went back to the circus with the man, while
the rabbit gentleman hopped on by himself.

He hadn't gone very far before he heard a loud "Honk-honk!" in the bushes.

"Oh, there is another one of those terrible automobiles!" thought the
rabbit. But it wasn't at all. No, it was Grandfather Goosey Gander, and
there he sat on a flat stone, "honk-honking" through his yellow bill as
hard as he could, and, at the same time crying salty tears that ran down
his nose, making it all wet.

"Why, whatever is the matter?" asked Uncle Wiggily, as he went up to his
friend, the duck-drake gentleman. "Have you stepped on a tack, too?"

"No, it isn't that," was the answer. "But I am so sick that I don't know
what to do, and I'm far from my home, and from my friends, the
Wibblewobble family, and, oh, dear! it's just awful."

"Let me look at your tongue," said the rabbit, and when Grandfather Goosey
Gander stuck it out, Uncle Wiggily said:

"Why, you have the epizootic very bad. Very bad, indeed! But perhaps I can
cure you. Let me see, I think you need some bread and butter, and a cup of
catnip tea. I'll make you some."

So Uncle Wiggily made a little fire of sticks, and then he found an empty
tin tomato can, and he boiled some water in it over the fire, and made the
catnip tea. Then he gave some to Grandfather Goosey Gander, together with
some bread and butter.

"Well, I feel a little better," said the old gentleman duck-drake, when he
had eaten, "but I am not well yet. It seems to me that if I could have
some cherry pie I would feel better."

"Perhaps you would," agreed Uncl