Uncle Wiggily on The Flying Rug

1. One day in March, Nurse Jane bought a new rug, and Uncle Wiggily helped her take it home to the hollow stump bungalow. “If you hadn’t helped me I never could have carried it,” said the muskrat lady housekeeper. “My! how hard the wind blows!” Uncle Wiggily could feel it on his pink, twinkling nose. “The wind is getting worse!” he shouted. “Hold the rug, Nurse Jane! My hat is blowing off my head!”