“Here is a package for you, Mr. Longears,” said Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat¹ lady housekeeper², as she entered the dining-room, of the hollow stump³ bungalow⁴, where the rabbit gentleman was eating his breakfast right after supper—the next day, of course.

 

“A package for me—how nice!” exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. “Let me see—what day is it?”

 

“I don’t see that it makes any difference,” spoke⁵ Nurse Jane. “A package is a package any day.”

 

“Ah, yes, very true,” admitted Uncle Wiggily. “But a package on April Fools’ day is quite different from one on Christmas.”

 

“So it is,” said the muskrat lady with a laugh. “But as it happens, this is not April Fools’ day.”

 

“No, it is not,” admitted Uncle Wiggily, “and in that case I will open the package. Who brought it?”

 

“Billie Bushytail, the squirrel boy, on his way[Pg 73] to school left it for you,” answered Nurse Jane.

 

“And from whom did it come?” Uncle Wiggily wanted to know.

 

“You had better open it and see,” suggested Nurse Jane.

 

Uncle Wiggily did so, and what do you s’pose he found? Why in the package was a lovely chocolate cake, with cocoanut on top, and a yellow carrot in the middle. And there was a little card on which was written:

 

“From the Scrump, who used to be a Flump, to Dear Uncle Wiggily.”

 

“Ha!” exclaimed the old gentleman rabbit. “This is very nice. I am glad I helped change the Flump into a Scrump.”

 

I told you that story on the page before this, you remember. The Flump was a curious, sad sort of a mixed-up animal, but when Uncle Wiggily fixed⁶ her smoky chimney, the Flump turned into a Scrump, which is short for Scrumptious, and scrumptious means lovely.

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