“Oh!” said Bobbie. “Oh! I was asking you what country this is.”
“The Milky Way,” answered the little farmer. “This is where we make cheese and butter for his Beaming Majesty the Moon. I'm Chief Cheese Server,” he added proudly.
Majesty! Was that jolly looking man in the moon, who'd winked at him so many times, a king? He didn't act very dignified.
“Must be some relation to Old King Cole,” thought Bobbie. But before he had time to ask about this, up jumped the little farmer in such haste he overturned his milking stool, which rolled down perilously near the bubble.
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“Time to serve his Majesty!” he cried, and dashed into the house for his court costume. A second later he appeared wearing a wig and goatee like Uncle Sam's and carrying a big cheese on a gold plate. Behind him came a pretty little milkmaid with a glass of buttermilk.
“Follow us,” the farmer called out to Bobbie, and the bubble bounced along after them.