Why Corn Holds Butter — In the warm supper basket, Finn held very still. The corn silk tickled: swish, swish. Read the full story →
In the warm supper basket, Finn held very still. The corn silk tickled: swish, swish. He wanted to be brave when the big cloth opened.
Plop! A tiny butter square slid down beside him, cold and slippery. “May I sit?” it whispered.
Finn made one small puff. His kernels tucked close, making a cozy middle seat. The butter softened there, gold and gentle.
Ever since, corn has held butter in little kernel cups. Next time you see the middle spot, can you find where Finn was first brave?