Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy went to pay a little visit to Uncle Butter the goat gentleman at the farm. Uncle Wiggily put on old clothes, and so did the muskrat lady. “For I am going to gather the eggs,” said Uncle Wiggily, hanging a basket on his paw, “and I may have to crawl under the barn to find them.” Nurse Jane told the bunny uncle to be careful. “While you are gathering the eggs I’ll do the churning,” said Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. Uncle Butter was going to hoe the potatoes. Uncle Wiggily walked around looking for eggs and, all of a sudden he saw a nest up in a tree. “Oh my!” exclaimed the bunny gentleman. “That hen has laid her eggs so high up I’ll have to bring a ladder to get them down.” So Uncle Wiggily hunted around until he found a ladder and then, saying nothing to Nurse Jane or Uncle Butter the goat, the bunny rabbit gentleman started to climb the tree to gather the eggs from the nest. Only he didn’t know just what kind of a nest it was. Uncle Wiggily climbed up the ladder to gather eggs, thinking he was helping Uncle Butter, when, all of a sudden a lot of black crows came flying through the air. “Caw! Caw! Caw!” cried the crows. “Please leave our eggs alone, Uncle Wiggily!” And they flew at the bunny gentleman so hard that he had to hold his paws over his ears to save his souse. “Oh, excuse me!” said the bunny to the crows. “I did not mean to take your eggs. I thought these were high hens’ eggs.”