“Is any one lost?  Do you want me to help you find your home?”

“Oh, I’d be very glad to have you help me,” said the crying voice, “but I am not lost.”

“Then who are you, and what is the matter?” asked the rabbit.

“Oh, I am a robin bird,” was the answer, “and I am in this bush over your heads.”

“Ha, no wonder we couldn’t see you,” said the rabbit, as he and the pussy looked up, and there, sure enough, was the nice mamma robin bird, and she was crying, as she sat in the bush.

“What is the matter?” asked the rabbit.

“I will tell you,” said the robin.  “You know there is a bird called the cowbird or cuckoo, and that bird is too lazy to build a nest for itself.  So what do you think it does?”

“What?” asked the pussy.

“Why it goes around, laying its eggs in the nests of other birds,” said the robin.  “Then we birds have to hatch out the cowbird’s eggs, and when her children come out they are so unpleasant that they shove our little birdies right out of the nest, and eat all the things we mamma birds bring home to our little ones.”

“Ha!  That is very unpleasant, to say the least,” spoke the rabbit.  “And are there any cowbirds in your nest now, Mrs. Robin?”

“Not yet, but there are three of the cowbird’s eggs here, and they will soon hatch out.”

“Why don’t you toss out the cowbird’s eggs?” asked the pussy.  “Then you won’t have to hatch them.”

“I would,” said the robin, “only I am not strong enough, for I have been ill, and my husband is out of work and he is looking for some.  So I don’t know what to do about it.  Oh, dear!” and she cried again.

“Ha!  We must see what we can do,” said Uncle Wiggily, who always liked to help people who were in trouble.  “I think I have a plan.”

“What is it?” asked the robin.

“Well, I can’t climb up that bush, for my paws are not built for that sort of thing, but the pussy can climb very nicely, as she has sharp claws.”

“Indeed I can,” said the pussy, “and I will, and I’ll throw out the cowbird’s eggs for you, so those bad birds won’t bother your little birds.”

So Uncle Wiggily gave the pussy a boost up the bush, in which the robin’s nest was built, and then the pussy, with her sharp claws climbed up the rest of the distance all alone very nicely.

“Now show me which are the eggs of the cowbird?” said the kittie-cat to the robin when the nest was reached.  So the robin mamma pointed out the eggs with her claw, and then with her foot the pussy clawed those cowbird eggs out on the ground where they wouldn’t hatch.

“Now, that will be the last of those bad birds,” said the pussy as she started to climb down to where Uncle Wiggily was waiting for her.

“Yes, indeed, and thank you very much,” spoke the robin.  “Now, my little ones will have a chance to grow and live.”

And just then there was a fluttering and a rustling in the bushes, and the bad cowbird came flying past.  And when she saw what had been done, and how her eggs had been tossed out of the robin’s nest where they didn’t belong, that cowbird flew at the pussy and was going to pick her eyes out.