At last he reached his Granny’s house.
“Granny dear,” he cried, all out of breath, “I have said I would get fat. I ought to keep my word. Please put me in the corn-bin at once.”
“You are a good Lambikin,” said his Granny.
And she put him into the corn-bin.
There the greedy little Lambikin stayed for seven days and seven nights.
He ate, and ate, and ate, and he ate until he could hardly waddle.
“Come, Lambikin,” said his Granny, “you are fat enough. You should go home now.”
“No, no,” said cunning little Lambikin, “that will never do. Some animal would surely eat me on the way, I am so plump and tender.”
“Oh, dear! Oh, dear!” cried old Granny in a fright.