Now you shall
hear a story that somebody's great-great-grandmother told a little girl ever so
many years ago:
There was once
a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a little old house in the
edge of a wood. They would have been a very happy old couple but for one thing
-- they had no little child, and they wished for one very much. One day, when the
little old woman was baking gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a
little boy, and put it into the oven.
Presently
she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the oven door was
opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began to run away as fast as
he could go.
The little old
woman called her husband, and they both ran after him. But they could not catch
him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a barn full of threshers. He called
out to them as he went by, saying:
I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the barn
full of threshers set out to run after him. But, though they ran fast, they
could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a field full of mowers. He
called out to them:
I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the
mowers began to run after him, but they couldn't catch him. And he ran on till
he came to a cow. He called out to her:
I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
And I can run away from you, I can!
But, though
the cow started at once, she couldn't catch him. And soon he came to a pig. He
called out to the pig:
I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow,
And I can run away from you, I can!
But the pig
ran, and couldn't catch him. And he ran till he came across a fox,17 and to him
he called out:
I've run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow and a pig,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the fox
set out to run. Now foxes can run very fast, and so the fox soon caught the
gingerbread boy and began to eat him up.
Presently the
gingerbread boy said, "Oh dear! I'm quarter gone!" And then,
"Oh, I'm half gone!" And soon, "I'm three-quarters gone!"
And at last, "I'm all gone!" and never spoke again.
St. Nicholas Magazine. May 1875.
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