Speaking of churning, as a boy I was puzzled by Aesop's fable about the two frogs that
fell into a pail of milk. The sides of the pail were so steep and slippery, they couldn't climb
out. One gave up trying, and drowned. The other kept kicking until the cream turned into
a gob of butter, on which he sat until the milkmaid let him out in the morning. I couldn't
believe that she wouldn't have been angry enough to kill him. I wouldn't want to drink milk
fogs had been swimming in.