Lambikin frolicked along a little farther on his teetery legs, when he suddenly saw a striped tiger coming to meet him, and the tiger said to him:
“Lambikin, I will eat you.”
Now Lambikin did not wish to be eaten by a striped tiger, so he said:
“Lambikin goes to Grannikin,
Where fatter he will grow,
Then you may eat him so.”
The tiger was sure that a fat lamb would taste better than a wee, wee one with teetery legs, so he let Lambikin go along, but he said as he went:
“Be sure that you come back this way, Lambikin.”
Lambikin reached his granny’s house, and he told her how glad he was to see her, and then he said he was very hungry, and he would like something to eat.
“I must grow fat, granny,” said Lambikin.