Over the fields and through the woods he went, and pretty soon he came to a place where lived a sorrowful crow gentleman. The crow is a black bird, and it pulls up corn and goes "Caw! Caw! Caw!" Nobody knows why, though.
And this crow was very sorrowful. He was always thinking something unpleasant was going to happen, such as that he was going to drop his ice cream cone in the the mud, or that somebody would put whitewash on him. Oh, he was very sorrowful, was this crow, and his name was Mr. Caw-caw. When Uncle Wiggily got to where the crow was sitting in a tree the black creature cried: "Oh, dear! O woe is me! O unhappiness!"
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Why, what is the matter?" asked Uncle Wiggily, curious-like!
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Oh, something is going to happen!" cried the crow. "I know it will rain or snow or freeze, or maybe my feathers will all blow off."
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Don't be silly!" said Uncle Wiggily. "You just come for an auto ride with me, and you'll feel better. Come along, bless your black tail!"
So Mr. Caw-caw got into the auto, and once more Uncle Wiggily started off. He had not gone very far before, all of a sudden, there was a bangity-bang noise, and the auto stopped so quickly that Uncle Wiggily and the crow were almost thrown out of their seats.
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There!" cried the black crow. "I knew something would happen!" and he cried "Caw! Caw! Caw!"
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It is nothing at all," said the rabbit gentleman as he got out to look. "Only the whizzicumwhazzicum has become twisted around the jump-over-the-clothes basket, and we can't go until it's fixed."
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Cant go?" asked the crow.
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Can't go-no," said Uncle Wiggily. And he didn't know what to do. But just then along came Old Dog Percival, who used to work in a circus.
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I'll pull you along," he said. "You sit in the auto and steer, and I'll pull you." And he did, by a rope fast to the car. The crow said it was funny to have a circus dog pulling an auto, but Uncle Wiggily did not mind, and soon they were at a place where the auto could be fixed. So Uncle Wiggily and the crow waited there, while the machine was being mended.
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And we will see what happens to us tomorrow," said Uncle Wiggily, "for I am going to travel on." And he did.
And in case the jumping rope doesn't skip over the clock, and, and make the hands tickle the face I"ll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the school teacher. ~*~
*The prior excerpt was taken from a book entitled Uncle Wiggily's Automobile, written by Howard R. Garis and copyright MCMXIII, MCMXIV, and MCMXXXIX by The Platt & Munk Co. Inc. Permission was granted to the web site owner for the copying of this story by the author's family and heirs on August 26, 1999. I would like to thank the author's family and heirs for allowing me the priviledge to bring to you a taste of the life and travels of Uncle Wiggily's Automobile. It has been my favourite story book of all times. ~*~
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