"Where are you going to, you little pig?" "I'm leaving my Mother, I'm growing so big!" "So big, young pig, So young, so big! What! leaving your Mother, you foolish young pig!" "Where are you going to, you little pig?" "I've got a new spade, and I'm going to dig." "To dig, little pig? A little pig dig! Well, I never saw a pig with a spade that could dig!" "Where are you going to, you little pig?" "Why, I'm going to have a nice ride in a gig!" "In a gig, little pig! What! a pig in a gig! Well, I never saw a pig ride in a gig!" "Where are you going to, you little pig?" "Well, I'm going to the ball to dance a fine jig!" "A jig, little pig! A pig dance a jig! Well, I never before saw a pig dance a jig!" "Where are you going to, you little pig?" "I'm going to the fair to run a fine rig." "A rig, little pig! A pig run a rig! Well, I never before saw a pig run a rig!" "Where are you going to, you little pig?" A pig in a wig! Why, whoever before saw a pig in a wig!" THE CAT AND THE MOUSE An English Folk Tale The cat and the mouse Played in the malt-house. The cat bit the mouse's tail off. "Pray, Puss," cried the mouse, "give me my tail." "No, no," says the cat. "I'll not give you your tail till you go to the cow and fetch me some milk." First she leaped and then she ran Till she came to the cow and thus she began: "Pray, Cow, give me some milk that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my tail again." "No, no," said the cow. "I'll give you no milk till you go to the farmer and get me some hay." First she leaped and then she ran Till she came to the farmer and thus she began: "Pray, Farmer, give me some hay that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my tail again." "No, no," says the farmer, "I'll give you no hay till you go to the butcher and fetch me some meat." First she leaped and then she ran Till she came to the butcher and thus she began: "Pray, Butcher, give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my tail again." "No," says the butcher, "I'll give you no meat till you go to the baker and fetch me some bread." First she leaped and then she ran Till she came to the baker and thus she began: "Pray, Baker, give me bread, that I may give butcher bread, that butcher may give me meat, that I may give farmer meat, that farmer may give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that cow may give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my tail again." "Yes," says the baker, "I'll give you some bread, "But don't eat my meal or I'll cut off your head!" Then the baker gave mouse bread, and mouse gave butcher bread, and butcher gave mouse meat, and mouse gave farmer meat, and farmer gave mouse hay, and mouse gave cow hay, and cow gave mouse milk and mouse gave cat milk and cat gave mouse her tail again. JOHNNY AND THE THREE GOATS A Norse Tale Now you shall hear! Once there was a boy named Johnny, and he had three goats. All day long those goats leaped and pranced and skipped and climbed way up on the top of a hill, but every night Johnny went to fetch them and drove them home. One evening the frisky things leaped out of the road and over a fence and into a turnip-field, and, try as he would, Johnny could not get them to come out again. There they were and there they stayed. Then the boy sat down on the hillside and cried and cried and cried. As he sat there a Hare came along. "Why do you cry?" asked the Hare. "I cry because I can't get the Goats out of the turnip-field," answered Johnny. "I'll get the Goats out of the turnipfield," said the Hare. So he tried and he tried, but the Goats would not come. Then the Hare sat down beside Johnny and began to cry, too. Along came a Fox. "Why do you cry?" asked the Fox. "I cry because the Boy cries," said the Hare, "and |