So his granny led the way to the corn bin, and Lambikin ate and ate and ate until his sides stuck out, and his legs were not teetery any more, and he was a fat little lamb. But the more corn he ate and the fatter he grew the less did he want to be eaten. So he said to his granny:
“Grannikin, lion and vulture and tiger will eat Lambikin. What shall he do?”
Then said his granny:
“I will make a drum of a bit of old skin. Do you get inside and roll past the lion and the vulture and the tiger.”
So granny made a drum of a bit of skin, and Lambikin jumped inside the drum, and off he rolled toward home.
But before he had gone very far he met the lion, who was waiting for him, and the lion said:
“Drummikin, have you seen Lambikin?”
But Lambikin called out from inside the drum:
“Fallen into the fire, and so will you.
On, little Drummikin, tum, tum, too.”