"Good day, Mrs. Pussy," said Bruin; "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, now I think of it, I'll take you too," and so she took Bruin and ate him up too.
So the cat went on and on, and farther than far, till she came to the abodes of men again, and there she met a bridal train on the road.
"Good day, you bridal train on the king's highway," said she.
"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, now I think of it, I'll take you too," and so she rushed at them, and gobbled up both the bride and bridegroom, and the whole train, with the cook and the fiddler, and the horses and all.
When she had gone still farther, she came to a church, and there she met a funeral.
"Good day, you funeral train," said she.
"Good day, Mrs. Pussy; have you had anything to eat to-day?"
"Oh, I've had a little, but I'm 'most fasting," said
