Just then it met a cock.
“Good-day, pancake,” said the cock.
“The same to you, Cocky Locky,” said the
pancake.
“Pancake, dear, don’t roll so fast, but
bide a bit and let me eat you up.”
“No, no; I have run away from the mother, and
the father, seven hungry children, Manny Panny, and
Henny Penny. I’ll run away from you too,
Cocky Locky,” said the pancake, and it rolled
and rolled as fast as it could. Bye and bye it
met a duck.
“Good-day, pancake,” said the duck.
“The same to you, Ducky Lucky.”
“Pancake, dear, don’t roll away so fast;
bide a bit and let me eat you up.”
“No, no; I have run away from the mother, and
the father, and seven hungry children, Manny Panny,
Henny Penny, and Cocky Locky. I’ll run
away from you, too, Ducky Lucky,” said the pancake,
and with that it took to rolling and rolling faster
than ever; and when it had rolled a long, long while,
it met a goose.
“Good-day, pancake,” said the goose.
“The same to you, Goosey Poosey.”
“Pancake, dear, don’t roll so fast; bide
a bit and let me eat you up.”
“No, no; I have run away from the mother, the
father, seven hungry children, Manny Panny, Henny
Penny, Cocky Locky, and Ducky Lucky. I’ll
run away from you, too, Goosey Poosey,” said
the pancake, and off it rolled.
So when it had rolled a long way off, it met a gander.
“Good-day, pancake,” said the gander.
“The same to you, Gander Pander,” said
the pancake.
“Pancake, dear, don’t roll so fast; bide
a bit and let me have a bite.”
“No, no; I’ve run away from the mother,
the father, seven hungry children, Manny Panny, Henny
Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, and Goosey Poosey.
I’ll run away from you, too, Gander Pander,”
said the pancake, and it rolled and rolled as fast
as ever.
So when it had rolled a long, long time, it met a
pig.
“Good-day, pancake,” said the pig.
“The same to you, Piggy Wiggy,” said the
pancake, and without a word more it began to roll
and roll for dear life.
“Nay, nay,” said the pig, “you needn’t
be in such a hurry; we two can go side by side through
the wood; they say it is not too safe in there.”
The pancake thought there might be something in that,
and so they kept company. But when they had gone
a while, they came to a brook. As for Piggy,
he was so fat he could swim across. It was nothing
for him, but the poor pancake could not get over.
“Seat yourself on my snout,” said the
pig, “and I’ll carry you over.”
So the pancake did that.
“Ouf, ouf,” said the pig, and swallowed
the pancake at one gulp, and then, as the poor pancake
could go no farther, why—this story can
go no farther either.
Once on a time, but it was a long, long time ago,
there were two brothers, one rich and one poor.
