||In the morning of today, before I did eat my bowl of mush and milk for breakfast, I did go to the
to say thank prayers for the good works of Leonardo da Vinci, for this is the day of his going away in 1519. When after-breakfast works was done, the
did have me to
. While I did make the handle with the cross sticks on it go up and down in the churn, I did have hearing of the little glad songs all the fleurs were singing out in the field. When the butter was come, the mamma did take it out the churn. She put all the little yellow lumps in a wood bowl. Then she gave to them pats and more pats. When she got through patting the butter into its proper form, the mamma did throw the butter-paddle over on the cook-table. She said she hoped and wished that she would never see that butter-paddle again.
||She won't. After I heard her say that, I floated it away in the creek. It made a nice boat. It did sail along in a bobby way. I took
with me. I just let him
his toes. When he is an older pig, he can wade right out into the creek with me. His eyes did look bright today while I was telling him what we was going to do when he got to be a bigger pig. When I was come back to the
house we live in
did spank me. Then she did send me to get that butter-paddle in a hurry. It was making bobs by the reeds by the old
goes under and on. I brought it back to her and then she did take and spank me again. Now I have wonders about things the mamma did say she wished she would never see it again.
Center for Electronic Studying, University of Oregon.
February 6, 2003