"Still they will do very well without butter."
"No, we must have some," said the rabbit. "I wonder how I can get butter
in the woods?" So he looked all around and the first thing he saw was a
yellow buttercup flower. You know the kind I mean. You hold them under
your chin to see if you like butter, and the shine of the flower makes
your chin yellow.
"Ha!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "Now we will have butter."
"But you are not going to eat the flower, are you?" asked the pussy.
"No, indeed!" cried the rabbit, "I'll show you."
Now there was a cow in the field a short distance away, and Uncle Wiggily
went over and got some milk from the cow in a little tin cup. "Butter is
made from milk," said the rabbit to the pussy. "So I will just pour some
milk in the buttercup flower, and shake it just as if it was a churn, and
then we'll have butter for our honey sandwiches."
So he did this. Into the buttercup he poured the milk, and it became
yellow like butter at once. But Uncle Wiggily did not have to shake the
flower, for a little wind came along just then and shook it for him.
And pretty soon, in a little while, the milk in the buttercup was churned
into lovely sweet butter, and the rabbit and pussy spread it on their
honey sandwiches, and what a fine feast they had.
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