and
down
and
down.
“Oh, dear!” cried Mother Goose, on the earth below. “That cow should have known better than to jump over the moon!”
“I think so myself,” said the Man in the Moon. “I tried to stop her, but I couldn’t.”
“Never mind,” said Uncle Wiggily. “It will be all right, I’m sure.”
Then he steered his airship right under the falling cow, who was no longer jumping. Instead, she was sailing toward the earth, with a piece of green cheese on one horn. She really had jumped over the moon, but she slipped, and that’s how the green cheese got on the tip of her horn.
“Here you are!” cried Uncle Wiggily, in his jolly voice, just like a trolley car conductor. “Plenty of room up in front.”
Then the jumping cow landed gently in the rabbit gentleman’s airship, and he brought her down to earth as lightly as a feather, and the cow was just in time with the milk for Little Tommie Tucker’s supper.