“Good day, Pancake,” said the gander.
“The same to you, Gander-pander,” said the Pancake.
“Pancake, dear, don’t roll so fast; bide a bit and let me eat you up.”
“When I have given the slip to Goody-poody, and the goodman, and seven squalling children, and Manny-panny, and Henny-penny, and Cocky-locky, and Ducky-lucky, and Goosey-poosey, I may well slip through your feet, Gander-pander,” said the Pancake, and it rolled off as fast as ever.
So when it had rolled a long, long time, it met a pig.
“Good day, Pancake,” said the pig.
“The same to you, Piggy-wiggy,” said the Pancake, which, without a word more, began to roll and roll like mad.
“Nay, nay,” said the pig, “you needn’t be in such a hurry; we two can then go side by side and see each other over the wood; they say it is not too safe in there.”
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 safely 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.”