"That's all right," the bunny said. "Perhaps some day a cow lady may help us."
"I don't see how she can," spoke Nurse Jane, as she started to make the cake. But pretty soon she called to the bunny who had gone to sit outside on a bench and warm his rheumatism in the sun.
"Oh, Wiggy!" exclaimed Nurse Jane. "I can't get the cork out of the molasses jug. It's in so tight! I can't pull it out, and if I break it, and push it inside, then the molasses won't run out. Oh, what a lot of trouble!"
"Let me try!" offered the bunny. But he could not get the cork out of the molasses jug either, not even with his red, white and blue striped rheumatism crutch.
"I guess I'll have to break the jug!" said the bunny at last.
"Oh, don't do that!" spoke a voice behind him, and, turning, Uncle Wiggily saw the cow lady. "I am on my way home to be milked," she mooed, "and I saw you in trouble, so I came over. What's wrong?"
"We can't get the cork out of the molasses jug," answered Uncle Wiggily.
"Perhaps I can," said Mrs. Cow. "Please let me try."
"We have a corkscrew somewhere," remarked Nurse Jane, "but I can't find it."
"I shall not need it," went on the cow.