THE OLD WOMAN AND HER PIG





Joseph Jacobs





An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little

crooked sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little

sixpence? I will go to market, and buy a little pig."



As she was coming home, she came to a stile: but the piggy

wouldn't go over the stile.



She went a little further, and she met a dog. So she said to him:

"Dog! dog! bite pig; piggy won't go over the stile; and I shan't

get home tonight." But the dog wouldn't.



She went a little further, and she met a stick. So she said:

"Stick! stick! beat dog! dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get

over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the stick

wouldn't.



She went a little further, and she met a fire. So she said:

"Fire! fire! burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig;

piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But

the fire wouldn't.



She went a little further, and she met some water. So she said:

"Water! water! quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't

beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and

I shan't get home tonight." But the water wouldn't.



She went a little further, and she met an ox. So she said: "Ox!

ox! drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick;

stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the

stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the ox wouldn't.



She went a little further, and she met a butcher. So she said:

"Butcher! butcher! kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't

quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't

bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home

tonight." But the butcher wouldn't.



She went a little further, and she met a rope. So she said:

"Rope! rope! hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox; ox won't drink

water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't

beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I

shan't get home tonight." But the rope wouldn't.



She went a little further, and she met a rat. So she said: "Rat!

rat! gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher; butcher won't kill ox;

ox won't drink water; water won't quench fire; fire won't burn

stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite pig; piggy won't get over

the stile; and I shan't get home tonight." But the rat wouldn't.



She went a little further, and she met a cat. So she said:

"Cat! cat! kill rat; rat won't gnaw rope; rope won't hang butcher;

butcher won't kill ox; ox won't drink water; water won't quench

fire; fire won't burn stick; stick won't beat dog; dog won't bite

pig; piggy won't get over the stile; and I shan't get home tonight."

But the cat said to her, "If you will go to yonder cow and

fetch me a saucer of milk, I will kill the rat." So away went the

old woman to the cow.



But the cow said to her: "If you will go to yonder haystack

and fetch me a handful of hay, I'll give you the milk." So away

went the old woman to the haystack; and she brought the hay to the

cow.



As soon as the cow had eaten the hay, she gave the old woman

the milk; and away she went with it in a saucer to the cat.



As soon as the cat had lapped up the milk, the cat began to kill

the rat; the rat began to gnaw the rope; the rope began to hang

the butcher; the butcher began to kill the ox; the ox began to drink

the water; the water began to quench the fire; the fire began to burn

the stick; the stick began to beat the dog; the dog began to bite the

pig; the little pig in fright jumped over the stile; and so the old

woman got home that night.





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