The butcher began to drive the ox. The ox began to drink the water. The water began to quench the fire. The fire began to burn the stick. The stick began to beat the dog. The dog began to bite the pig. The little pig in a fright jumped over the gate. And so the woman at last got home that night.
When she got home, it was time to put her baby to sleep. The baby's big sister had watched the baby while the woman had gotten the pig. The baby had eaten his supper. He curled up in his white pajamas.
Outside the wind whistled around the house. It was chilly outside. But indoors it was warm and cheerful. A little fire burned brightly. And the woman told her baby a story.
"Out in the chicken coop Mrs. Feather is taking her little chick under her wing. She is saying, 'Baby is going to sleep, so nestle down without a cheep.' And the little chick nestled down.
"In the kitchen Mother Cat is putting her two babies, @Tabbie and @Babbie, to bed in the box behind the stove. First she licks them all clean. Then she says, 'Cuddle down close to Mother Cat. Dream of the nice dish of milk baby will give you when you wake up. Peep into dreamland and you will see it waiting for you.' And Tabbie and Babbie cuddled down, purring. 'Baby is going to sleep, the little chick has ceased to cheep, and into @Dreamland we will peep. All is well.'"
