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The Pancake.
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scurry ; we two can walk quietly together and keep each other company through the wood, because they say it isn't very ' safe there," The pancake thought there might be something in that, and so they walked together through the wood ; but when they had gone some distance, they came to a brook. The pig was so fat it wasn't much trouble for him to swim across, but the pancake couldn't get over. " Sit on my snout," said the pig, " and I will ferry you over." The pancake did so. " Ouf, Ouf," grunted the pig, and swallowed the pancake in one gulp, and as the pancake couldn't get any farther, — well, you see we can't go on with this story any farther, either.
