Uncle Lucky

"Uncle Lucky" by David Cory is a charming children's book that follows the adventures of a whimsical character known as Uncle Lucky, who embodies good fortune and fun. Through a series of delightful escapades, Uncle Lucky teaches important life lessons about friendship, kindness, and the joy of embracing life's unpredictability. With its engaging narrative and playful illustrations, the story captures the imagination of young readers, encouraging them to believe in the magic of luck and the value of nurturing positive relationships.

• Children

								
Goodness me! boys and girls, I think I forgot to mention that just
back of Uncle Lucky’s little white house stood a tiny garage in
which he kept his Luckymobile, the fastest car in all Rabbitville.
Sometimes it went so fast that the hind wheels couldn’t keep up with
the front wheels. Then, of course, the old gentleman rabbit had to
honk the horn and put on the brakes to avoid a dreadful accident.

One morning dear Uncle Lucky hopped into the kitchen where Little
Miss Mousie was setting the breakfast table while the turnip tea was
singing on the stove.

As soon as the meal was over the old gentleman rabbit slipped his
big diamond horseshoe pin into his purple cravat and buttoned up his
pink waistcoat. Then tying his blue silk polkadot handkerchief over
the top of his old wedding stovepipe hat and under his chin to keep
Billy Breeze from blowing it off, he shouted, “Good-by, Little Miss
Mousie!” and hopped out to the garage, where the old Red Rooster was
cleaning the Luckymobile cushions with his feather duster tail.

“Ha, ha!” laughed dear Uncle Lucky, hopping into the Luckymobile,
“I’m going to take Little Jack Rabbit out for a ride.” And, giving
the horn a honk or two, he whizzed through the little gate in the
white picket fence. At Cabbage Street he turned off Lettuce Avenue
and into the Shady Forest. By and by, after a while, he reached the
dear Old Bramble Patch.

“I’ll be out in just a minute!” shouted Little Jack Rabbit in answer
to the three honks of the Luckymobile horn. “I’ve almost finished
polishing the front door knob.”

“Don’t hurry!” replied the old gentleman rabbit, hopping around to
the kitchen where Lady Love, the little rabbit’s mother, was wiping
the dishes.

“Here comes Uncle Lucky!” chirped the little Black Cricket from the
woodbox by the kitchen stove.

“Here comes Uncle Lucky!” sang the Three Little Grasshoppers, while
the pretty Canary from her gold cage twittered a song of welcome and
the Hollyhocks nodded their heads as the old gentleman rabbit hopped
up on the little back porch.

Lady Love pushed forward the big rocking chair and when the old
gentleman bunny was comfortably seated, handed him a cup of turnip
tea.

“Ah, me!” he sighed, though smiling at Lady Love:

    “When I was young and frisky
      Way back in ’63,
     A pretty little bunny girl
      Gave me a cup of tea,”

and taking a blue silk polkadot handkerchief out of his coat-tail
pocket, dear kind Uncle Lucky wiped a tear from his left eye.

Pretty soon when Little Jack Rabbit had finished polishing the front
door knob, he and Uncle Lucky hopped out to the Luckymobile and
drove away across the Sunny Meadow, up the Old Cow Path and over the
hill-top, to the Shady Forest.

Everything was going along so nicely and Billy Breeze was whistling
such a merry tune in the treetops when, all of a sudden, just like
that, quick as the bills on the first of the month, something
happened. Isn’t it too bad that unpleasant things always happen when
these two dear little rabbits are enjoying themselves?

Before Uncle Lucky could stop the Luckymobile it ran straight into a
big log that lay across the Shady Forest Path, and out went the two
little bunnies. No sooner had they picked themselves up than whom
should they see peeping around a tree, but Mr. Wicked Wolf.

“Oh, dear! oh, dear!” whispered Little Jack Rabbit, “let’s turn back.”

But, goodness gracious me! who was standing not far behind them, but
Danny Fox!

“Worse and worse,” sighed poor dear Uncle Lucky, hopping off sideways
when, all of a sudden, Old Man Weasel crept from behind a stone.

“What shall we do?” cried the poor little rabbit, all a-tremble with
fright. “Won’t somebody come to help us?”

    “Hurry up, little rabbit,
      Quickly jump
     Into that friendly old
      Hollow Stump,”

whispered a little voice from the treetop. And, wasn’t it lucky? it
was the Old Hollow Stump Telephone Booth.

    “S.O.S. Please come quick,
     Policeman Dog, with your hickory stick!”

shouted the bunny boy.

Then brave Uncle Lucky held the door tight shut with his strong hind
legs while the little rabbit peeped out through a knothole.

“Is he coming? Is he coming?” asked the anxious old gentleman rabbit,
still holding the door tightly closed with his strong hind legs.

“Maybe I can see him with my left eye,” answered the little rabbit,
again squinting through the knothole. “Here he comes! Here he comes!”

Sure enough, the big kind Policeman Dog in his long blue coat with
its big silver star was running swiftly across the Sunny Meadow.

“Here, I am!” he shouted, waving his hickory stick and blowing his
big shrill whistle.

No sooner did Danny Fox hear that whistle than he ran through the
Shady Forest.

No sooner did Mr. Wicked Wolf see the big kind Policeman Dog than he,
too, turned and fled.

As for Old Man Weasel, he crawled under the bed on reaching home and
never dared to come out for a week and a day.

“Everything is safe now!” shouted the big kind Policeman Dog, tapping
the little door of the old Hollow Stump Telephone Booth with his big
hickory stick. So out hopped the two little rabbits.

“Here, take this!” cried dear generous Uncle Lucky, pulling out of
his wallet a ten dollar lettuce leaf bill for the brave Policeman
Dog. “Buy the Missus a new calico apron and the little bow-wow some
candy.”

“Thank you,” said the good Policeman Dog, saluting the old gentleman
rabbit with his right paw, and away he ran to the Police Station in
Rabbitville.

“I guess we’d better go home,” said the old gentleman rabbit. “We’ve
had enough trouble for to-day,” and before long he drove through the
gate in the white picket fence and around to the garage in the rear
of his little white house on the corner of Lettuce Avenue and Carrot
Street, Rabbitville.

There stood the Old Red Rooster, polishing his spurs with Uncle
Lucky’s shoe brush.

“Are you going to a wedding?” asked the old gentleman rabbit, winking
at Mrs. Swallow, who was peeping out of her mud house under the eaves.

“No, to a fight!” answered the Old Red Rooster.

“Maybe I’d better bring in some cabbage leaves,” said the old
gentleman rabbit, hopping down the little path under the grape arbor
and around the Old Well to the garden. “Miss Mousie can make us a
nice salad for lunch.” And while his little mouse housekeeper was
setting the table, he and Little Jack Rabbit hopped out on the front
porch where, just under the roof, pretty Mrs. Sparrow had a nest
crowded with little birdies.

Sitting down in the hammock, the old gentleman rabbit swung back and
forth, while his little bunny nephew looked in the croquet box to see
if Hungry Hawk had stolen one of the nice wooden balls.

Pretty soon, when the old gentleman rabbit had fallen asleep, Mrs.
Sparrow whispered in the little bunny’s ear,

    “I never, never pay a cent,
     My little house is free of rent,”

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