With big fast steps Fritzl ran to the barn,carrying a bucket of cool fresh water for the cow.And high time it was,I can tell you,for the poor creature's tongue was hanging out of her mouth with the long thirst that was in her.
She was hungry too,as a man could well see by the looks of her,so Fritzl took her from the barn and started off with her to the green grassy meadow.
The cow liked it right well up there on the roof and was soon munching away with a will,so Fritzl hurried back to his churning.
But Hulla!Hui!What did he see there under the tree?Kinndli was climbing up on the churn--the churn was tipping!
Spilling!
Falling!
And now,there on the grass lay Kinndli,all covered with half-churned cream and butter.
"So that's the end of our butter,"said Fritzl,and blinked and blinked his blue eyes.Then he shrugged his shoulders and said,"Na,na!What's gone is gone."
He picked up his dripping Kinndli and set her in the sun to dry.But the sun,now!It had climbed high up into the heavens.Noontime it was,no dinner made,and Liesi would soon be home for a bite to eat.