“Good day, Mrs. Pussy; have you had anything to eat to-day?”
“Oh, I’ve had a little but I’m ’most fasting,” said the Cat; “it was only a bowl of porridge, and a trough of fat, and the goodman, and the goody, and the cow, and the leaf-picker, and the stoat, and the squirrel, and the fox, and the hare, and the wolf, and the bear-cub, and the she-bear, and the he-bear, and the bride and bridegroom, and the whole train, and the funeral train—and, now I think of it, I don’t mind if I take you, too,” and so she seized hold of the moon, and gobbled her up, both new and full.
“‘that we’ll fight about,’ said the billy goat”
So the Cat went a long way still, and then she met the sun.
“Good day, you sun in heaven.”
“Good day, Mrs. Pussy,” said the sun; “have you had anything to eat to-day?”
“Oh, I’ve had a little, but I’m ’most fasting,” said the Cat; “it was only a bowl of porridge, and a trough of fat, and the goodman, and the goody, and the cow, and the leaf-picker, and the stoat, and the squirrel, and the fox, and the hare, and the wolf, and the bear-cub, and the she-bear, and the he-bear, and the bride and bridegroom, and the whole train, and the funeral train, and the moon—and, now I think of it, I don’t mind if I take you, too,” and so she rushed at the sun in heaven and gobbled him up.
So the Cat went far and farther than far, till she came to a bridge, and on it she met a big billy-goat.
“Good day, you Billy-goat on Broad-bridge,” said the Cat.