“They fell into a bucket of cream,” the kid said.
“Was it ice cream?” Hunt asked him.
“It was rich cream,” the kid said.
“It was wealthy cream,” I said; “go ahead.”
“They started to drown,” the kid said, “and one of them got discouraged and lost his nerve and didn’t try to swim any more and he was drowned.”
“Very sad,” Westy said.
“The other one kept swimming and swimming and kicking and kicking,” the kid said, “and do you know what happened?”
“Can’t imagine,” Warde said.
“Just by kicking and kicking,” the kid said, “he churned some of that cream into butter and pretty soon he was standing all safe on a little island of butter. So that’s what he got for not giving up.”