"
"I wonder where Farmer Green gets it," Sandy said.
"From the cows, of course!" Fatty replied.
"You don't say so!" Sandy Chipmunk cried. "I'm glad to know it." And he
scampered off across the pasture, toward three of Farmer Green's cows
which were chewing their cuds under the shade of a big maple tree.
When Sandy asked them if they would please give him some milk to drink
two of the cows (they were the good-natured ones) only smiled at each
other. But the third cow (a surly old creature with long, sharp horns)
told him not to be silly.
Well, Sandy Chipmunk saw that he could get no milk there. And he was
feeling quite downcast when he chanced to meet Henry Skunk, to whom he
told his troubles.
"Of course the cows couldn't give you any milk!" Henry Skunk said. "It's
not milking time yet. So what could they do? You go down to the barnyard
late this afternoon and you'll find all the milk you could drink in a
thousand years."
Sandy Chipmunk thanked him. And somehow he managed to wait until the
afternoon was almost gone. Then he skipped down the hill to Farmer
Green's barn.
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