jumped back just as a
savage wolf sprang out at him.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll get you yet!" went on the wolf and he made another
spring. But the rabbit was ready for him and ran down the hill and the
wolf ran after him, howling at the top of his grillery-growlery voice,
for he was very hungry.

My! how Uncle Wiggily did run. And the wolf ran also, and he was catching
up to the rabbit, and probably would have eaten him all up, but just then
a kind bumble bee who knew Uncle Wiggily flew off a tree branch and stung
that wolf on the end of his nose.

That wolf gave a howl, and made one more grab for Uncle Wiggily, but he
only managed to catch hold of his coat tails in his teeth, and there the
wolf held on.

"Let go of Uncle Wiggily!" buzzed the bee.

"No I won't!" cried the wolf, most impolite-like.

"Then I'll sting you again!" cried the bee, and she did so, and the rabbit
gave a great pull, and he managed to pull himself away from the wolf. But,
alas! Uncle Wiggily's nice red coat was all tattered and torn.

"Oh, whatever shall I do?" cried Uncle Wiggily as the wolf ran away down
the hill and the rabbit looked at the torn and ripped coat. "I never can
go on seeking my fortune with a torn coat."

"I am sorry," said the bee, "but I can not help you. But if you see the
tailor bird she may mend your coat for you."

So the bee buzzed away and Uncle Wiggily went on looking for the tailor
bird. This is a bird that makes a nest by sewing leaves together with
grass for thread. And would you believe me, in a little while Uncle
Wiggily saw the very bird he wanted.

She was making a nest with her bill for a needle and some dried grass for
thread, and she was sewing the leaves together.

"Will you kindly mend my coat for me where the wolf tore it?" asked the
rabbit politely.

"Indeed I will," said the tailor bird. So she took some long, strong
pieces of grass for thread. Then she made her sharp bill go back and forth
in the cloth of Uncle Wiggily's coat and soon it was all mended again as
good as new. Then the rabbit thanked the bird and started off again to
seek his fortune and you could hardly see where his coat was torn.

Then Uncle Wiggily was very thankful to the tailor bird, and he stayed at
her house for some time, helping her sweep the sidewalk mornings, and
bringing up coal, and all things like that. And the old gentleman had some
more adventures.

But as I have already made this book quite long, I think I wi