Hi,
It's Stefania and it's time for another Uncle Wiggly story.
Today,
We've got the story.
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Of Uncle Wiggly and the Muddy Boy.
Did you ever?
Go outside.
In your best clothes.
And it's raining and.
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Somehow you stepped,
You splashed in a little mud puddle.
And all of a sudden.
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.
Your outfit is all spotty.
Spotty with mud.
Not very nice,
Is it?
It can be clean,
Though.
But still.
A little surprise that you didn't expect.
This is the story of a little boy.
Same thing happened to him.
And the same thing happened?
Believe it or not,
The same thing happened to Uncle Wiggly.
Let's have our story.
Uncle Wiggly.
And the mud puddle.
Did you ever fall down in a mud puddle?
Maybe this might have happened to you when you were even barefooted with old clothes on.
Then it didn't matter if you splashed or not.
But that's not what we mean right now.
Did you ever fall into a mud puddle when you had on your very best clothes?
With maybe some white socks.
Might choose that showed every speck of mud?
If anything like that happened to you,
You know.
It wasn't much fun.
And if you fell,
That's not much fun either.
Okay,
Now we got a story about a little boy.
His name was Tommy,
And he fell in a mud puddle.
And we're going to talk about how Uncle Wiggly helped him to scrub the mud off his white socks.
Off of Tommy's white socks,
I mean.
Not Uncle Wiggly's.
Tommy was a little boy who lived in a house on the edge of the wood near where Uncle Wiggly has built his hollow stump bungalow.
Now,
Tommy wasn't the same boy who had a toothache in another Uncle Wiggly story.
That was a different chapter.
One day,
The postman rang the bell at Tommy Sills.
And gave Tommy a cute little letter.
It's from me,
Cried Tommy.
Look,
Mother,
I have a letter.
That's nice said mother who sent it to you I'll look and tell you.
Answered the little boy.
The writing on the letter was large and plain,
And though Tommy had not been to school very long,
He could read a little.
So he was able to tell that the letter was from a little girl named Alice,
Who wanted him to come to a party.
She was going to have.
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.
One afternoon.
A few days later.
Oh,
May I go?
Tommy asks his mother.
Yes?
She answered,
And wear my best clothes.
Surely you will put on your best clothes to go to the party.
Said Mother,
And I hope you have a nice time.
Tommy hopes so,
Too.
But if only he had known what was going to happen.
It's just as well he didn't,
Because it would have foiled his fun about thinking about the coming party and have the fun.
Of nearly everything,
You know.
Is thinking about it beforehand.
Or afterwards.
At last,
The day came for the tea party Alice was to give at her home,
Which was a little distance down the street from Tommy Sells.
Oh how happy I am!
Saying Tommy as he ran about the porch.
When after breakfast,
It began to rain.
Tommy was not so happy.
He stood.
With his nose pressed against the glass of the window,
Until it was pressed quite flat.
I mean,
His nose was flattened out for glass in the window.
Anyway,
You know.
And Tommy watched the raindrops splash down.
Making little petals in the street.
Can I go to Alice's party if it rains?
Asked Tommy.
Well,
I think not,
Mother answered.
But perhaps it will stop raining before it's time for you to go.
You don't have to leave here till after lunch.
Tommy turned again to press his nose against the glass.
Glad that the rain was outside,
So that the drops which rolled down the window could not wet his face.
And he hoped the clouds would clear away and the sun would shine before the time for the party now about the same hour uncle wiggily longears the bunny rabbit gentleman was also looking out the window of his hollow stove bungalow in the woods wondering Just as Dami wondered.
Whether the rain would stop.
But surely you won't go out while it is still raining.
Said nurse fussy-wussy the muskrat lady owls-keeper No.
Answered Uncle Wiggly.
My going out is not so needful as all that.
I was going to look for an adventure.
And i had rather do that in the sunshine than in the rain I can wait.
And then.
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.
Almost as suddenly as it had started,
The rain stopped.
Oh,
I'm so glad.
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.
Saying Tommy as he glanced up and down,
Now I can go to the party.
And I can go adventuring.
It's an uncle wiggly.
Now,
Of course,
He did not hear Tommy,
Nor did the little boy hear the bunny.
But all the same?
They were going to have an adventure.
What kind of adventure?
Mmm.
Tommy had been ready for some time to start down the street to go to the party Alice was giving for her little girl and boyfriend.
All that Tommy needed now was to have his.
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Coat on His nice t-shirt.
Is nice clean.
T-shirt His hair combed again.
Sporting socks that he loved to wear because Tommy was very much into sports.
And he combed his hair again because it got all topsy-turvy when he was pressed against the window hoping the rain will stop Be careful of the mud puddles!
Tommy's mother called to him.
All this.
Pick and spin,
Clean and tidy.
He started down the street.
To the home of Alice.
A block or so distant.
Don't fall in any puddles.
I'll be careful,
Tommy promised.
And his Uncle Wiggly started about the same time.
What is adventure?
Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy called to the bunny.
Be careful not to get wet on account of your rheumatism.
I'll be careful Promise Uncle Wiggly,
Just to tell me it's a.
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Everything would have been alright for Tommy.
If he had not stubbed his toe as he was going along the street about halfway to the party.
But he did stumble,
And where one pavement stone was raised higher than another,
And before he can save himself,
What happened?
In the mud puddle fell poor Tommy.
He fell on his hands and knees and they were both soaked in muddy water of the puddle on the sidewalk.
Of course,
It did not matter so much about Tommy's hands.
He could easily wash the mud and groundwater off them.
It was different.
With his white sock.
Did I forget to tell you that?
That he wore white socks to the party?
No!
They were muddy.
And as he looked at his mud-soiled socks and at his hands,
From which the water was dripping down the sides of his legs,
Tommy could not help cry.
I can't go to the party this way.
Sobbed Tommy to himself.
For he was big enough to go down the street alone,
And there were no other children on it just then.
I can't go to the party this way,
But if I go home,
Mother will make me change my things and I'll be late and maybe she won't let me go at all.
Oh,
Dear.
In order to keep out of sight of the other boys and girls who might come along,
Tommy stepped behind some bushes that grew along the street.
He looked down at his muddy socks.
What?
To his surprise to see.
Sitting on a stone.
Beside the same bush.
The old gentleman rabbit.
Wearing glasses.
And with a tall silk hat on his head.
The ground beside him was A red,
White,
And blue striped crutch for his rheumatism.
The funniest thing about the rabbit gentleman,
Who,
As you might have guessed,
Was Uncle Wiggly.
The funniest thing?
Was that he had a bunch.
Of dried glass.
Not glass,
But grass.
He had a bunch of dried grass in one paw.
And he was busy scrubbing some dried spots of mud off his trousers.
So busy was Uncle Wigley doing this that he neither saw nor heard Tommy come behind the bush.
And Tommy was so surprised at seeing Uncle Wiggly that the little boy never said a word.
Why?
Thought tommy as he saw the bunny take up a pine tree cone and scrape the dried mud off his trousers?
He must have fallen into a mud puddle just as I did.
Is just what happened to Uncle Wiggily.
He had been walking along,
Thinking of an adventure he might have,
When he splashed into a puddle and spattered himself with mud.
Instead of crying.
Uncle Wiggly set about making the best of it.
Cleaning himself off.
So he will look nice again.
To go in search of an adventure.
I'll lift the mud.
Dry in the sun.
So don't go Wiggly.
Out loud speaking to himself with his back partly turned to tummy then it will easily scrape off.
The sun was so warm.
After the rain that it soon dried the mud on the bunny gentleman's clothes and with a bunch of grass and the sharp pine-tree cone,
He soon had loosened the bits of dirt.
I'm alright again.
Said Uncle Wiggly out loud,
And though of course Tommy did not understand rabbit talk.
The little boy could see what Uncle Wiggly had done to help himself after the mud puddle incident.
I say.
Cry tummy before he thought.
Will you please?
Lend me that pine tree cone clothes brush.
I want to clean the mud off my white socks so I can go to the party.
Uncle Wiggly looked up in surprise.
He had not known before that Tommy was there,
But the bunny heard what the little boy said.
With a low impolite bow of his tall silk hat Uncle Wiggly tossed the bunch of grass.
And the vine cone.
By that time,
The mud had dried,
So the little boy could scrape most of it off his socks.
I hope you have a nice time at the party.
Said Uncle Wiggly in rabbit language.
Course.
Then,
As Tommy scraped the last of the dried mud away,
Leaving only a few spots,
Tiny,
Tiny,
Tiny spots on his socks.
The bunny gentleman hops.
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.
Out of the bush.
And on its way.
I can go to Alice's without having to run home to change my socks,
Thought Tommy.
I wonder who that rabbit was.
And when Tommy reached the party.
He found he was not the only little boy who had fallen into a puddle.
The same thing had happened to Sammy and Johnny,
Two other boys.
How did you get your stockings so clean without going home and changing them?
Ask the other boys of Tommy.
Oh.
An old gentleman rabbit.
With a tall silk hat?
And a red white and blue crotch showed me How to scrape off.
For choice,
Bud?
With a pine cone.
That means you.
I cleaned my white socks as the bunny brushed his clothes.
Is that a fairy story?
Cried the boys and girls at Alice's party.
Well,
He looked like a furry,
Laughed Tommy,
Who had washed his hands in the bathroom at Alice's house,
So they were clean for eating.
Cake and ice cream.
And I'm not afraid of mud puddles anymore.
I know what to do if I fall into one.
So tell me.
Tommy was okay.
There's always.
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.
Almost always.
Let's pop that over there.
There's almost always.
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.
A solution.
To a problem.
You just have to think.
Sometimes we have to get some help.
Pretty much oven.
There is a solution to our problems.
But anyhow.
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We'll be back again.
We.
I'll be back again soon with another Uncle Wiggly story.
And got some other stories for you as well.
So be good.
Have a wonderful sleep.
Close your eyes.
Bye-bye.
