"I thank you very much for telling me about that snake, little pussy cat,"
said Uncle Wiggily. "Well, I am disappointed about my fortune again. I
shall never be rich I fear. But I almost forgot that I have some fine
honey sandwiches and I will give you some, for you must be hungry. I know
I am."

"I am, too," said the pussy. So Uncle Wiggily opened his valise and took
out the honey sandwiches which the bee had given him, but when he went to
eat them he found that the bee had forgotten to butter the bread.

"Oh, that is too bad!" cried the pussy, when Uncle Wiggily spoke of it.
"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."