Howard Roger Garis,
Uncle Wiggily's Fortune
“ And the alligator did this, perched on the edge of the hole, with his mouth grinning from ear to ear and his tail slowly switching to and fro, to keep off the flies from his scaly hide."Are you really going to bite me?" asked the rabbit, sad-like."I am," replied the alligator, in a nutmeg-grater voice."Would you let me go if I gave you my barber-pole crutch and my valise filled with cherry pie?" asked Uncle Wiggily, sorrowful-like."Not for worlds!" cried the alligator, smacking his jaws. "I'm going to bite you now." And with that he started to crawl down into the hole to get the rabbit. ”
