Daisy has no money. "Take my milk to market,"says the farmer. "I'll give you a gold coin."
"Yes!" says Daisy. And she sets off for the market. Market this way.
"Soon I'll have some money,"she thinks. "I can buy a hen. My hen will lay eggs...lots of eggs. I can sell my eggs. I'll have lots of money! I'll buy a pretty dress...and sparkly shoes. But I won't get dressed by myself. I'll have servants to help me! I'll marry a prince. I'll be a princess. We'll live in a palace...with golden gates. We'll have a ball. I'll twirl and whirl in my new dress."
SPLISH! SPLASH! SPLOSH!
The milk is gone!Poor Daisy.
"Cheer up! There's no use crying over split milk."