13. The Pancake
Once upon a time there was a woman who had seven hungry children, and she was frying a pan cake for them. It was a sweet milk pancake, and there it lay in the pan, bubbling and frizzling, so thick and good, that it was a sight for sore eyes to look at.
And the children stood round about, and the father sat by and looked on.
"Oh, give me a bit of pancake, mother, dear; I am so hungry," said one child.
"Oh, darling mother," said the second.
"Oh, darling, good mother," said the third.
"Oh, darling, good, nice mother," said the fourth.
"Oh, darling, pretty, good, nice mother," said the fifth.
"Oh, darling, pretty, good, nice, clever mother," said the sixth.
"Oh, darling, pretty, good, nice, clever, sweet mother," said the seventh.
So they begged for the pancake all round, the one more prettily than the other; for they were so hungry and so good.
"Yes, yes, my children, only wait until it turns itself,"- she should have said, "till I can get it turned,"-"and then you shall all have some, - a lovely, sweet milk pancake; only look how fat and happy it lies there."
When the pancake heard that, it got afraid, and in a trice it turned itself all by itself, and tried to jump out of the pan; but it fell back into it again, t' other side up, and so when it had been fried a little on the other side too, till it got firmer in its flesh, it sprang out on the floor, and rolled off like a wheel through the door and down the hill.
"Holloa! Stop, pancake!" and away went the mother after it, with the frying pan in one hand and the ladle in the other, as fast as she could, and her children behind her, while the father limped after them, last of all.
"Hi! Won't you stop? Seize it. Stop, pancake!" they all screamed out, one after the other, and tried to catch it on the run and hold it; but the pancake rolled on and on, and in the twinkling of an eye it was so far ahead that they could not see it, for the pancake was faster on its feet than any of them.
So when it had rolled awhile, it met a man.
"Good morning, pancake," said the man.
"Good morning, Manny Panny," said the pancake.
"Dear pancake," said the man, "don't roll so fast; stop a bit and let me eat you."
"When I have given the slip to the mother, and the father, and the seven squalling children, I may well slip through your fingers, Manny Panny," said the pancake, and rolled on and on until it met a hen.
"Good morning, pancake," said the hen.
"Good morning, Henny Penny," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit and let me eat you up," said the hen.
"When I have given the slip to the mother, and the father, and
the seven squalling children, and Manny Panny, I may well slip through your claws, Henny Penny," said the pancake, and so it rolled on like a wheel down the road.
Just then it met a cock.
"Good morning, pancake," said the cock.
"Good morning. Cocky Locky," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast, but bide a bit and let me eat you up."
"When I have given the slip to the mother, and the father, and the seven squalling children, and to Manny Panny, and Henny Penny, I may well slip through your claws, Cocky Locky," said the pancake, and off it set, rolling away as fast as it could; and when it had rolled a long way, it met a duck.
"Good morning, pancake," said the duck.
"Good morning. Ducky Lucky," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast, but bide a bit and let me eat you up."
"When I have given the slip to the mother, and the father, and the seven squalling children, and to Manny Panny, and Henny Penny, and Cocky Locky, I may well slip through your fingers, 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 morning, pancake," said the goose.
"Good morning, Goosey Loosey ," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit and let me eat you up."
"When I have given the slip to the mother, and the father, and the seven squalling children, and to Manny Panny, and Henny Penny, and Cocky Locky, and Ducky Lucky, I can well slip through your feet. Goosey Loosey," said the pancake, and off it rolled.
So when it had rolled a long, long way farther, it met a gander.
"Good morning, pancake," said the gander.
"Good morning. Gander Lander," said the pancake.
"Pancake, dear, don't roll so fast; bide a bit and let me eat you up."
"When I have given the slip to the mother, and the father, and the seven squalling children, and to Manny Panny, and Henny Penny, and Cocky Locky, and Ducky Lucky, and Goosey Loosey, I may well slip through your feet, Gander Lander," said the pancake, and off it rolled as fast as ever.
So when it had rolled a long, long time, it met a pig.
"Good morning, pancake," said the pig.
"Good morning. Piggy Wiggy," said the pancake, which, without a word more, began to roll and roll like mad.
"Nay, nay," said the pig," you needn't be in such a hurry; we two can then go side by side and see each other over 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 awhile, they came to a brook. As for Piggy, he was so fat he swam safe across, - it was nothing to 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.