“Good-day, Bruin Good-fellow,” said she.
“Good-day, cat! Have you had anything to eat yet to-day?” asked the bear.
“O, only a little. My fast has hardly been broken,” said the cat. “I have had no more than a dish of mush and a little potful of fat and the man in the house and the woman in the stable and the bell-cow at the manger and the leaf-sweeper in the orchard and the weasel in the stone-pile and the squirrel in the hazel-bush and the fox, the sly-boots, and the hopping hare and the wild wolf and the little bear brown-coat and the biting mother bear, and now I’m thinking over whether I ought not to eat you as well,” said she, and she seized the bear and ate him up, too.
Then the cat went far and farther than far, until she came into the parish. And there she met a bridal party on the road.
“Good-day, bridal party on the road,” said the cat.
“Good-day, cat! Have you had anything to eat yet to-day?”
“O, only a little. My fast is hardly broken,” said the cat. “I have had no more than a dish of mush and a little potful of fat and the man in the house and the woman in the stable and the bell-cow at the manger and the leaf-sweeper in the orchard and the weasel on the stone-pile and the squirrel in the hazel-bush and the fox, the sly-boots, and the hopping hare and the wild wolf and the little bear brown-coat and the biting mother bear and bruin good-fellow and now I’m thinking whether I ought not to eat you up as well,” said she, and she pounced on the whole bridal party, and ate it up, with the cook, the musicians, the horses and all.
When she had gone a bit farther, she came to the church. And there she met a funeral procession.
“Good-day, funeral procession at the church,” said the cat.
“Good-day, cat! Have you had anything to eat yet to-day?” said the funeral procession.