nce. So all three of them traveled on together, to help
the rabbit seek his fortune.

Now in case the ice cream man brings some nice, hot roast chestnuts for
our canary bird, I'll tell you in another story about Uncle Wiggily, and
Grandfather Goosey Gander.

STORY XXV

UNCLE WIGGILY AND GRANDPA GOOSEY

One day, not very long after the elephant had picked the cherries off the
tree, so that Uncle Wiggily could make the cherry pies for Grandpa Goosey,
the three friends were traveling along together through a deep, dark,
dismal woods.

"Where are we going?" asked the elephant, who had run away from the circus
man to travel by himself.

"Oh, to some place where we may find our fortune," said the old gentleman
rabbit.

"I would much rather find some snails to eat," said Grandfather Goosey
Gander, the old gentleman duck, as I shall call him for short. "For I am
very hungry."

"What's that?" cried the rabbit. "Hungry after the nice pie I made for
you?"

"Oh, that was some time ago. I could eat another pie right now," spoke the
old duck. But there wasn't any pie for him, so he had to eat a cornmeal
sandwich with watercress salad on, and Uncle Wiggily ate some carrots and
cabbage, and the elephant ate a lot of grass from a field--oh! a terrible
lot--about ten bushels, I guess.

Then, all at once, as they were walking along over a bridge, a man
suddenly jumped out from behind a tree, and cried:

"Ah, ha! Now you won't get away from me, Mr. Elephant. This time I am
surely going to take you back to the circus." And with that he threw a
rope around the elephant's trunk, and led him away. The elephant cried so
many tears that there was a muddy puddle right near the bridge, and the
big animal begged to be allowed to stay with Uncle Wiggily and Grandpa
Goosey Gander, but the man said it could not be done.

"Well, then, you and I will have to go on together," said the old
gentleman rabbit to the duck, after a bit. "Perhaps we may find our
fortune."

"I think I could make money calling out 'honk-honk!' on an automobile,"
said the grandfather. "Jimmie Wibblewobble once did that for a man. I
think I'll look for a nice automobile gentleman to work for, and if I get
money enough we'll be rich."

Well, he looked and looked, but no one seemed to want an old duck for an
auto horn, and the rabbit and Grandfather Goosey Gander kept on traveling
together, over the fields and through the woods.

Pretty soon they came to