After it had rolled a long, long time, it met a pig.
“Good-day, pancake,” said the pig.
“Good-day, Pig Snig,” said the pancake, and began to roll as fast as ever it could.
“Now wait a little,” said the pig. “You need not hurry so, for we can keep each other company going through the forest and take our time, for it is said to be haunted.” The pancake thought that such was quite apt to be the case, and so they started off; but after they had gone a while they came to a brook.
The pig swam across on his own bacon, which was easy enough; but the pancake could not get across.
“Sit down on my snout,” said the pig, “and I will carry you over that way.” The pancake did so.
“Uff, uff!” said the pig, and swallowed the pancake in one mouthful.
“And now, since the pancake no further goes,
This little chronicle comes to a close.”
NOTE
“The Chronicle of the Pancake” (Asbjörnsen, N.F.E., No. 104, p. 233. From Sell, Froen and Faaberg) is a merry, harmless, nursery tale, belonging to the type of “The House That Jack Built,” in an accumulation of repeated sentences and characteristic names.