“Well, where are you going to-day?” asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat¹ lady, of Uncle Wiggily Longears, the rabbit gentleman, as she saw him putting on his red necktie and starting out toward the barn where he kept his airship.

 

“Where am I going?” he repeated. “Well, to tell you the truth, Nurse Jane, I hardly know.”

 

“Out in your airship, I suppose,” she said, as she looked in the bread box to see if there was any rice pudding for the pussy² cat to play store with.

 

“Oh, yes, I am going to fly about a bit,” said the rabbit gentleman. “Perhaps I may have an adventure; who knows?”

 

“Well, I know one thing you will have if you go flying around in that airship of yours,” said Nurse Jane, putting on her apron³ to peel the oranges for the clam⁴ chowder. “You’ll have a fall; that’s what you’ll have. And you’ll skin[Pg 30] your nose and stub your toes and maybe rub off the fur from your ears for all I know.”

 

“Oh, I trust not! I trust not!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily quickly, holding up his paws. “I hope nothing like that will happen. The last time I rode in my airship I did not fall—when I helped to teach the little birds to fly.”

 

“Well, I’m sure you’ll fall this time,” spoke⁵ Nurse Jane.

 

“You are not very cheerful this morning,” laughed Uncle Wiggily. “Have no fear; I will come back safe and sound.”

 

“Well, all the same, you had better take some court-plaster along in case you scratch your twinkling nose on a bramble briar bush,” said the muskrat lady. So Uncle Wiggily took the court-plaster with him.

 

Then he went for a ride in his queer airship. I call it queer because it was very odd. The old rabbit gentleman’s airship was made of a clothes basket, with a lot of toy circus balloons tied to it to make it rise up. In back there was a whizzy electric fan to make the airship go along like an

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