"Eneke, Beneke, let me live.
And I to you my bird will give;
The bird shall fetch of straw a bunch,
And that the cow shall have to munch;
The cow shall give me milk so sweet,
And that I'll to the baker take,
Who with it shall a small cake bake;
The cake the cat shall have to eat,
And for it catch a mouse for me,
. . . . . . . . .
And this is the end of the tale."
Round and round the pond the children ran singing; and as the word "tale" fell on Peterkin he had to run away over the meadow and all the rest ran after to catch him.
But just then the wicked Queen from her window in the castle spied the happy children. She did not look pleased and she muttered words which you may be sure were not very pleasant words.
The children had been racing across the meadow after Peterkin. Now one called, "Where is Peterkin.? I saw him near that tree, but now I cannot see him. Gretchen, can you see Peterkin?—Why, where's Gretchen?"
Peterkin and Gretchen were nowhere to be seen. Suddenly a little boy said, "Where did that lamb come from over there.? It must have been behind the linden tree!"
The children drew near the lamb, when what was their surprise to hear it call out to them, "Run children, run quick or the Queen will harm you! I am Gretchen! Run, and never come near the pond again!" And at the little Lamb's words the children fled.
But the little Lamb ran all about the meadow, calling, "Peterkin, Peterkin!" and would not touch a blade of grass. Sadly she walked to the edge of the pond and slowly walked round and round it calling, "Peterkin, where are you?"
Suddenly the water bubbled and a weak voice cried, "Here, Gretchen, in the pond,—
"Here Gretchen, here swim I in the pond,
Nor may I ever come near castle ground."
And the Lamb replied:—
"Ah, my brother! In the wood,
A lamb, now I must search for food."
