The Old Woman And Her Pig

: LITTLE STORIES that GROW BIG
: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

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

to-night." 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 to-night." 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 to-night." 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

to-night." 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 to-night." But the ox wouldn't.



So 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 to-night." 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 to-night!"

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 to-night." 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 to-night." 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 hay-stack, and fetch

me a handful of hay, I'll give you the milk." So away went the old woman

to the hay-stack; 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 a fright jumped over the stile; and so the old woman got home

that night.



[H] From "English Fairy Tales," collected by Joseph Jacobs; used by

permission of the publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons.



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