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<h2>XXXV<br/> <br/> <span class="f8">THE CHRONICLE OF THE PANCAKE</span></h2>
<p class="cap"><span class="upper">Once</span> upon a time there was a woman who had
seven hungry children, and she was baking
pancakes for them. There was dough made with
new milk, and it lay in the pan, and was rising so
plumply and comfortably, that it was a pleasure to
watch it. The children stood around it, and their
grandfather sat and looked on.</p>
<p>“Give me a little bit of pancake, mother, I’m so
hungry!” said one of the children.</p>
<p>“Dear mother!” said the second.</p>
<p>“Dear, sweet mother!” said the third.</p>
<p>“Dear, sweet, good mother!” said the fourth.</p>
<p>“Dear, best, sweet, good mother!” said the fifth.</p>
<p>“Dear, best, sweet, good, dearest mother!” said
the sixth.</p>
<p>“Dear, best, sweet, good, dearest, sweetest
mother!” said the seventh, and so they all begged
around the pancake, one more sweetly than the other,
for they were all so hungry and so well-behaved.</p>
<p>“Yes, children, wait until it turns around,” said
she—until I have turned it around, she should have
said—“then you shall all have a pancake, a lovely
best-milk pancake. Just see how fat and comfortable
it is lying there!”<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[275]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>When the pancake heard that it was frightened,
turned itself around suddenly, and wanted to get out
of the pan; but it only fell on its other side, and
when this had baked a little, so that it took shape
and grew firmer, it leaped out on the floor, and
rolled off like a wheel, out of the door, and down the
street.</p>
<p>Hey there! The woman was after it with the pan
in one hand, and the spoon in the other, as fast as
she could, and after her came the children, and last
of all, their grandfather came hobbling along.</p>
<div class="figcenter"><SPAN name="i007" id="i007"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/i007.jpg" width-obs="403" height-obs="573" alt="“HEY THERE!' THE WOMAN WAS AFTER IT WITH THE PAN IN ONE HAND AND THE SPOON IN THE OTHER."“ —Page 275" title="" /><br/> <span class="caption">“‘HEY THERE!’ THE WOMAN WAS AFTER IT WITH THE PAN IN ONE HAND AND THE SPOON IN THE OTHER.”<br/> <span class="flr">—Page 275</span></span></div>
<p>“Will you wait! Halt! Catch it! Hold it!” they
all cried together, and wanted to catch up with it
and grab it on the run; but the pancake rolled and
rolled, and sure enough, it got so far ahead of them
that they could no longer see it, for it had nimbler
legs than all of them. After it had rolled a while
it met a man.</p>
<p>“Good-day, pancake,” said the man.</p>
<p>“Good-day, Man Tan,” said the pancake.</p>
<p>“Dear, good pancake, don’t roll so fast; but wait
a little and let me eat you!” said the man.</p>
<p>“Mother Gray and grandpa I’ve left behind, and
the seven squallers, too, you’ll find, so I think I can
leave you as well, Man Tan!” said the pancake, and
rolled and rolled until it met a hen.</p>
<p>“Good-day, pancake,” said the hen.</p>
<p>“Good-day, Hen Glen,” said the pancake.</p>
<p>“Dear, good pancake, don’t roll so fast, wait a
little and I will eat you up!” said the hen.</p>
<p>“Mother Gray and grandpa I’ve left behind, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</SPAN></span>
the seven squallers, too, you’ll find, and Man Tan, so
I think I can leave you as well, Hen Glen!” said
the pancake, and rolled along the road like a wheel.
Then it met a rooster.</p>
<p>“Good-day, pancake,” said the rooster.</p>
<p>“Good-day, Rooster Booster,” said the pancake.</p>
<p>“Dear, good pancake, don’t roll so fast. Wait
a little and I will eat you up!” said the rooster.</p>
<p>“Mother Gray and grandpa I’ve left behind, and
the seven squallers, too, you’ll find, and Man Tan
and Hen Glen, and so I think I can leave you as
well, Rooster Booster,” said the pancake, and rolled
and rolled as fast as ever it could. And after it had
rolled a long time it met a duck.</p>
<p>“Good-day, pancake,” said the duck.</p>
<p>“Good-day, Duck Tuck,” said the pancake.</p>
<p>“Dear, good pancake, don’t roll so fast. Wait a
little and I will eat you up!” said the duck.</p>
<p>“Mother Gray and grandpa I’ve left behind, and
the seven squallers, too, you’ll find, and Man Tan,
and Hen Glen and Rooster Booster, so I think I can
leave you as well,” said the pancake, and rolled on
as fast as ever it could. After it had rolled a long,
long time, it met a goose.</p>
<p>“Good-day, pancake,” said the goose.</p>
<p>“Good-day, Goose Loose,” said the pancake.</p>
<p>“Dear, good pancake, don’t roll so fast. Wait a
little and I will eat you up!” said the goose.</p>
<p>“Mother Gray and grandpa I’ve left behind, and
the seven squallers, too, you’ll find, and Man Tan<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[277]</SPAN></span>
and Hen Glen and Rooster Booster and Duck Tuck,
and I think I can leave you as well, Goose Loose,”
said the pancake, and rolled away.</p>
<p>After it had again rolled for a long, long time, it
met a gander.</p>
<p>“Good-day, pancake,” said the gander.</p>
<p>“Good-day, Gander Meander,” said the pancake.</p>
<p>“Dear, good pancake, don’t roll so fast. Wait a
little and I will eat you up!” said the gander.</p>
<p>“Mother Gray and grandpa I’ve left behind, and
the seven squallers, too, you’ll find, and Man Tan
and Hen Glen and Rooster Booster and Duck Tuck
and Goose Loose, and I think I can leave you as
well, Gander Meander,” said the pancake, and began
to roll as fast as ever it could.</p>
<p>After it had rolled a long, long time, it met a
pig.</p>
<p>“Good-day, pancake,” said the pig.</p>
<p>“Good-day, Pig Snig,” said the pancake, and began
to roll as fast as ever it could.</p>
<p>“Now wait a little,” said the pig. “You need not
hurry so, for we can keep each other company going
through the forest and take our time, for it is said
to be haunted.” The pancake thought that such was
quite apt to be the case, and so they started off;
but after they had gone a while they came to a
brook.</p>
<p>The pig swam across on his own bacon, which was
easy enough; but the pancake could not get across.</p>
<p>“Sit down on my snout,” said the pig, “and I will
carry you over that way.” The pancake did so.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[278]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Uff, uff!” said the pig, and swallowed the pancake
in one mouthful.</p>
<div class="centered"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0a">“And now, since the pancake no further goes,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">This little chronicle comes to a close.”<br/></span></div>
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<p class="center">NOTE</p>
<p>“The Chronicle of the Pancake” (Asbjörnsen, N.F.E., No. 104,
p. 233. From Sell, Froen and Faaberg) is a merry, harmless,
nursery tale, belonging to the type of “The House That Jack Built,”
in an accumulation of repeated sentences and characteristic names.</p>
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