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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. Just as they were eating
it the bad alligator came along, and wanted to take the honey away from
them, but the pussy scratched the end of the savage beast's tail with his
claws, and the bad alligator ran away as fast as he could.

Then Uncle Wiggily and the pussy traveled on together and the next day
they had quite an adventure. What it was I'll tell you in the next story
when, in case the steamboat stops at our house for a little girl wearing a
green sunbonnet, with horse chestnuts on it, I'll tell you about Uncle
Wiggily and the July bug.

STORY VII

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE JULY BUG

"Well, what shall we do to-day?" asked the white pussy of Uncle Wiggily,
as they traveled on together, the next day after the adventure at the
snake hole. They had slept that night in a nice hollow stump.

"Hum! I hardly know what to do," replied the old gentleman rabbit. "Of
course I must be on the watch for my fortune, but, as I don't seem to be
finding it very fast, what do you say to having a picnic to-day?"

"The very thing!" cried pussy. "We will get some lunch, and go off in the
woods and eat it. Only we ought to have a lot more people. Two are hardly
enough for a picnic."

"I would like some of my friends to come to it," spoke Uncle Wiggily, "but
I am afraid they are too far off."

"Couldn't you send them word by telephone?" inquired the pussy. "I'm sure
I would like to meet them, for I have heard so much about Sammie and
Susie Littletail, and Johnnie and Billie Bushytail."