Uncle WIggily's Lemonade Stand

One day, his nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy opened the kitchen door in the hollow scum bungalow.

She saw Uncle Wiggly squeezing juice from a lemon.

Ooh, big thee!

Are you making a lemon pie?" asked the muskrat lady.

Just then, some of the sour juice squirted in her eye, and she squirmed like an angleworm.

I guess I made a mistake that time, sadly, said the bunny, but I am trying to make lemonade.

After Uncle Wiggly had helped nurse Jane wipe the lemon juice out her eye with a towel,

the muskrat lady asked,

Why are you making lemonade, Uncle Wiggly?

The bunny, gentlemen, said that some of the animal children wanted to start a lemonade

stand, so they could sell cool drinks on hot days and give the money to the fresh air

fund for poor animal children, so the stand was started.

Uncle Wiggly helped nanny the girl goat in curly the pig to make lemonade to sell from

a street stand.

The first customer was Mr. Stubtail, the bear gentleman.

Nanny handed him a glass, and when known was looking, the piggy boy took some lemonade.

I'm not saying that was right, though.

We hope you like our lemonade, Mr. Stubtail," said Nanny.

He's bringing Nettie and Becky to her stand.

Oh, drink this lemonade, said Mr. Stubtail, and then I'll go get Nettie and Becky and treat them.

He put the glass to his lips, but no sooner had he taken a sip than he dropped the glass and roared.

Uncle Wiggly wanted to know what was the matter,

and Nanny and the piggy boy were surprised.

Too sour, too sour, how old Mr. Stubtail?

I like sweet lemonade.

Nanny ran into Uncle Wiggly's bungalow and brought out some sugar,

but she poured into the lemonade while the piggy boy stirred it round and round.

I guess this will be all right for our next customer, spoke Uncle Wiggly.

Soon, along came Curly's father, Mr. twisty-tail.

He tasted some of the fresh air lemonade.

Mubunk, he grunted.

It's quite too sweet. I like lemonade sour.

Our customers are getting mixed in our lemonade, said Uncle Wiggly,

to Nanny and Curly, as he sent them to the store to get more lemons.

I'll mark each pale, so I'll know which is sweet and which is sour lemonade.

So the bunny marked a large s on one pale to show it was sweet.

Any marked a large s on the other pale to show that it was sour.

Now, everything will be fine, said the bunny.

All at once Uncle Wiggly happened to think that just the letters on the pales weren't enough.

I can't tell sweet from sour, as each begins with the letter s, said the bunny.

I wonder what I'd better do. Just then, the bad fuzzy fox and the worse,

woozy wolf spraying out of the bushes.

You'd better keep still while we nibble your ears, they hauled.

First, have some lemonade invited the rabbit?

What kind of lemonade have you?

Park the fox, looking hungrily at Uncle Wiggly's ears?

Both kinds, sweet and sour, replied the bunny.

That I'll take both kind!

Hicks!

Chuckled the fox, trying to be funny.

One kind will be enough for you, and it doesn't make any difference. What kind?

Cryed Uncle Wiggly, and he threw the whole pail full of sour lemonade over the bad fox.

Oh wow, what does this mean?

Park the fox? It means that I am tired of having you make fun of my lemonade.

Cryed the bunny.

And I'm tired of waiting for your ears.

Hulled the wolf as the fox ran away.

It's time you made a home run also Mr. Wolf chuckled the bunny.

Then he threw pail, lemonade and all at the wolf, who ran away also.

And more lemonade was made for the children.

And of Uncle Wiggly's lemonade stand.