So the little boy and his mother had plenty of white bread to eat.
The next morning the little pot begged to be put on the fire, and as soon as the water began to bubble and to boil it began to skip, skip, skippity skip, skippity skip, until it came to the bank of the rich man, and it skipped right into the window where the rich man sat with all his money spread out on his desk. And as he counted he looked up and saw the little iron pot standing in front of him, and he said, “Where did you come from, little Pot? You are just the thing for me to put my money into.”
Then he began to pile his money into the iron pot, and though it was soon full there was yet more room, and he piled more and more, until at last all his money was in the iron pot. Then the little pot began to skip, skip, skippity skip, skippity skip, right out of the bank and down the street and straight on till it came to the little brown house at the bottom of the hill. And though the rich man ran after it he could not catch it, and so all the money that he had taken from the little boy and his mother was carried back to them in the little iron pot.
The next morning the little pot begged to be put on the fire again, and the mother said: “Why should you be put on the fire, little Pot? Have we not everything that we want?” But the little pot still wanted to be put on the fire; and at last, when the mother had put in the water and made the fire, and the water began to bubble and to boil, the little pot said: “I skip! I skip!”
And the mother said: “How far do you skip, little Pot?”
“I skip to the end of the world,” said the little pot. And it began to skip, skip, first on one of its three legs and then on another, skippity skip, skippity skip, until it came to the top of the hill, and there was the rich man hunting for his money. And when he saw the little iron pot he cried out: “There is the pot that stole my money!” And he caught up with the pot and put his hand into it to take out his money, but his hand could not find the money; so he put his head in to look for it, and he could not see it; next he climbed into the pot, and then it began to skip, skip, far away up the hill and up the mountain, and away to the end of the world.
THE SHEEP AND PIG WHO SET UP HOUSEKEEPING
Once upon a time a Sheep stood in a pen to be fattened for the winter’s feast. He lived well, for he was given the best of everything, and he soon became so fat that one day the maid who came to bring his food said: “Eat full to-day, little Sheep, for to-morrow will come the killing and we shall eat you.” And she shut the gate and went away.
“Oh,” said the Sheep, “I have heard that, Women’s words are worth heeding, and that, There is a cure and a physic for everything except death. There being no cure for that, it is best to find a way out of it.”