<h2>STORY XVII<br/> <span>UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE TRAINED NURSE</span></h2></div>
<p>Uncle Wiggily Longears, the gentleman rabbit, was out riding in his
automobile. He was taking exercise, so he would not be so fat, for a fat
rabbit is about the fattest thing there is, except a balloon, and that
doesn't count, as it has no ears.</p>
<p>"I wonder what will happen to me to-day?" said Uncle Wiggily, as he rode
along, turning the turnip steering wheel from one side to the other to
keep from bumping into stones and stumps, and things like that. And, every
now and then, Uncle Wiggily would take a bite out of his turnip steering
wheel. That was what it was for, you see. And as for the German bologna
sausages which were the tires, Uncle Wiggily used to let anybody who
wanted to—such as a hungry doggie or a starving kittie—take a bite out
of them whenever they wanted to.</p>
<p>Well, pretty soon, after a while, not so very long, Uncle Wiggily came to
the top of a hill. He stopped his auto there to look around at the green
fields and the apple trees in blossom, and at the little brook running
along over the green, mossy stones. And the brook never stubbed its toe
once on the stones! What do you think of that?</p>
<p>"Well, I guess I'll go down hill," thought the old gentleman rabbit, and
down he started.</p>
<p>But Oh unhappiness! Sadness, and, also, isn't it too bad!</p>
<p>No sooner had Uncle Wiggily started down the hill in his auto than the
snicker-snooker-um got twisted around the boodle-oodle-um, and that made
the wibble-wobble-ton stand on its head, instead of standing on its ear as
it really ought to have done.</p>
<p>Then the auto ran away, and the next thing Uncle Wiggily knew his car had
hit a stump, turned a somersault and part of a peppersault, and he was
thrown out.</p>
<p>"Bang!" he fell, right on the hard ground, and for a moment he stayed
there, being too much out of breath to get up and see what was the matter.</p>
<p>And when he tried to get up he couldn't. Something had happened to him. He
had hit his head on a stone. Poor Uncle Wiggily!</p>
<p>But, very luckily, Dr. Possum happened to be passing, having just come
from paying a visit to Grandfather Goosey Gander, who had, by mistake,
eaten a shoe button with his corn meal pudding. And Dr. Possum, having
cured Grandpa Goosey, went at once to help Uncle Wiggily.</p>
<p>"We must get you home right away, Uncle Wiggily," said the doctor
gentleman. "You must be put to bed and have a trained nurse."</p>
<p>"Well, as long as I have to have a nurse, I should much prefer," said
Uncle Wiggily, faintly, "I should much prefer a trained one to a wild one.
For a trained nurse who can do tricks will be quite funny."</p>
<p>"Hum!" exclaimed Dr. Possum. "A trained nurse has no time to do tricks.
Now rest yourself."</p>
<p>So Uncle Wiggily sat back quietly in Dr. Possum's auto until he got to his
hollow stump home. Then Old Dog Percival and the doctor carried the rabbit
gentleman in, and they sent for a trained nurse. For Uncle Wiggily was
quite badly hurt, and needed some one to feed him for a while.</p>
<p>Pretty soon the trained nurse came, and who did she turn out to be but
Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy herself, the kind old muskrat. She had been living
with Uncle Wiggily, but, for a time, had gone off to study to be a
trained nurse. She put on a white cap and a blue and white striped dress,
and she was just as good a nurse as one could get from the hospital. Uncle
Wiggily was too ill to notice, though.</p>
<p>"I know how to look after him," said Nurse Jane, and she really did.</p>
<p>She felt of his pulse, and made him put out his tongue to look at, to see
that he had not swallowed it by mistake, and she found out how hot he was
to see if he had fever, and all things like that. And she put a report
of all these things down on a bit of white birch bark for paper, using a
licorice stick for a pencil. Afterward Dr. Possum would read the report.</p>
<p>Well, for some time Uncle Wiggily was quite ill, for you know it is no fun
to be in an automobile accident. Then he began to get better. Nurse Jane
did not have much to do, and Dr. Possum, who came in every day, said:</p>
<p>"He will get well now. But Uncle Wiggily has had a hard time of it; very
hard!"</p>
<p>And, as soon as he began to get better, Uncle Wiggily got sort of
impatient, and he wanted many things he could not have, or which were not
good for him. He wanted to get out of bed, but Nurse Jane would not let
him, for the doctor had told her not to. </p>
<p>Then Uncle Wiggily said:</p>
<p>"Well, you are a trained nurse. Now you must do some tricks for me, or I
shall get out of bed whether you want me to or not," and he barked like a
dog; really he did. You see he was not exactly himself, but rather out of
his head on account of the fever. "Come on, do some tricks!" he cried to
Nurse Jane.</p>
<p>Poor Miss Fuzzy-Wuzzy! She had never done a trick since she was a little
girl muskrat, but she knew sick rabbits must be humored, so she tried to
think of a trick. She did not know whether to make believe jump rope, play
puss in a corner or pretend that she was a fire engine. And she really
wanted to help Uncle Wiggily!</p>
<p>"Come on! Do something!" he cried, and he almost jumped out of bed. "Do
something."</p>
<p>And just then, as it happened, a great big bee flew in the window, and
maybe it was going to sting Uncle Wiggily, for all I know. Then Nurse Jane
knew what to do.</p>
<p>She caught up a soft towel, so as not to hurt the bee any more than she
had to, and she began hitting at him.</p>
<p>"Get out of here! Get out of here!" cried Nurse Jane. "You can't sting
Uncle Wiggily!"</p>
<p>"Buzz! Buzz!" sang the bee.</p>
<p>"Go out! Go out!" exclaimed Nurse Jane, and
she made the towel sail through the air. The bee flew this way and that,
up and down and sideways, but always Nurse Jane was after him with the
towel, trying to drive him out of the window.</p>
<p>She climbed up on chairs, she jumped over tables, without knocking over a
single medicine bottle. She crawled under the sofa and out again, she even
jumped on the couch and bounced up in the air like a balloon. And at last
she drove the bad bee out doors where he could get honey from the flowers,
and they didn't mind his stinging them if he wanted to, which of course he
didn't.</p>
<p>Then, after that, Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy sat down in a chair, near Uncle
Wiggily, very tired out indeed. The old gentleman rabbit opened his eyes
and laughed a little.</p>
<p>"Those were funny tricks you did for me," he said, "jumping around like
that. Very funny! Ha! Ha!"</p>
<p>"I was not doing tricks," answered Nurse Jane, surprised-like. "I was
trying to keep a bee from biting you."</p>
<p>"Were you indeed?" spoke Uncle Wiggily. "I thought they were some of the
tricks you had been trained to do. They were fine. I laughed so hard that
I think I am much better." </p>
<p>And, indeed, he was, and soon he was all well,
so that Nurse Jane Fuzzy, without really meaning to at all, had done some
funny tricks when she drove out that bee. Oh! trained nurses are very
queer, I think, but they are very nice, also.</p>
<p>So Uncle Wiggily was soon well, and needed no nurse, and when his auto was
mended, he could ride around in it as nicely as before.</p>
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