“Don’t worry about that,” replied the elephant.  “Of course you might think I could carry a lot of pie and cake and bread and butter in my trunk, but really I can’t you know, for about all that my trunk will hold is water.  However, I think I can pick what hay and grass I want from along the road.”

“Yes, and perhaps we may meet a man with a hot peanut wagon, once in a while,” 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 Uncle Wiggily, “but, though I know how to make nice cherry pie, and though I made some for the hedgehog, I don’t see any cherry trees around here, so I can’t make you one.  There are no cherry trees.”