The haymakers drank deep of it and then they gave the little old woman all the hay she wanted. She put the blackberries back in the pail and hurried back to the cow with the hay.
The cow gladly gave her a saucerful of milk in return for the hay.
The old woman took the milk to the cat, and while puss was drinking it the old woman untied the rope that fastened the pig to the stile.
Puss finished the milk and licked up the last drop of it, and then she bounded down beside the stile and began to catch the rat.
The rat squeaked with terror and 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, and the pig squealed at the top of its lungs and scrambled over the stile and ran for home so fast that the little old woman could hardly keep up with it.
They got home in less than no time; it wasn’t even midday, and the little old woman had her blackberries for dinner, and what was left over she gave to the pig.