The cow liked it right well up there on the roof and was soon munching away with a will,so Fritzl hurried back to his churning.
But Hulla!Hui!What did he see there under the tree?Kinndli was climbing up on the churn—the churn was tipping!
Spilling!
Falling!
And now,there on the grass lay Kinndli,all covered with half-churned cream and butter.
"So that's the end of our butter,"said Fritzl,and blinked and blinked his blue eyes.Then he shrugged his shoulders and said,"Na,na!What's gone is gone."
He picked up his dripping Kinndli and set her in the sun to dry.But the sun,now!It had climbed high up into the heavens.Noontime it was,no dinner made,and Liesi would soon be home for a bite to eat.
With big fast steps Fritzl hurried off to the garden.He gathered potatoes and onions,carrots and cabbages,beets and beans,turnips,parsley and celery.
"A little of everything,that will make a good soup,"said Fritzl as he went back to the house,his arms so full of vegetables that he could not even close the garden gate behind him.
He sat on a bench in the kitchen and began cutting and paring away.How the man did work,and how the peelings and parings did fly!
But now there was a great noise above him.Fritzl jumped to his feet.
"That cow,"he said,"she's sliding around right much up there on the roof.She might slip off and break her neck."
Up on the roof went Fritzl once more,this time with loops of heavy rope.Now listen carefully,and I will tell you what he did with it.He took one end of the rope and tied it around the cow's middle.The other end of the rope he dropped down the chimney and this he pulled through the fireplace in the kitchen below.