"The pancake thought there might be something in that, and so they kept company. But when they had gone awhile, they came to a brook. As for piggy, he was so fat he swam safe across, it was nothing to him; but the poor pancake couldn't get over.
"'Seat yourself on my snout,' said the pig, 'and I'll carry you over.'
"So the pancake did that.
"'Ouf, ouf,' said the pig, and swallowed the pancake at one gulp; and then, as the poor pancake could go no farther, why—this story can go no farther either."
PETER'S BEAST STORIES.
"Now," said Peter, "I'll tell you another lot of stories right out of the wood, as fresh as a spruce fir or a juniper. Here they are:—
PORK AND HONEY.
"At dawn the other day, when Bruin came tramping over the bog with a fat pig, Reynard sat up on a stone by the moorside.
"'Good day, grandsire,' said the fox, 'what's that so nice that you have there?'