"And if I could find my cud I'd know I hadn't swallowed that," sadly said the cow lady.
"I'll help you look," offered Uncle Wiggily. "I'm a pretty good hopper, and I'll hop around the meadow and look for your cud of half-chewed grass."
The bunny set down his molasses jug and began looking all over the meadow for the cud. And the cow helped, but she could not move very fast. Besides, she was worried and nervous.
"Here it is! I've found it!" suddenly called Uncle Wiggily, and there on the grass, near the brook where the frog boys had been leaping, was the cow lady's cud.
"Oh, how glad I am to get it back!" she mooed as she began to chew it again. "Now my milk will be nice and sweet. You have done me a great favor, Uncle Wiggily. I hope I may do you the same some day."
"Pray do not mention it," said the bunny politely, as he hopped on with his molasses jug. "It was just a little adventure for me."
Uncle Wiggily hopped on to the store, had the jug filled with molasses and then went to his hollow stump bungalow.
"Well, you were gone a long time," said Nurse Jane. "I have been waiting to make the ginger cake."
"I had to help a cow lady find her lost cud," said the bunny.
"Oh, Wiggy! What next!" laughed Miss Fuzzy Wuzzy. "Helping cow ladies! Oh! Oh!"