The Pancake

Once upon a time there was a wife that had seven sultne kids, and she made pancakes for them. It was a råmelkskake, the pancakes were placed in the pan and got tykk and nice. The kids were seated around the table and gamlefar just watched.

“Oh, let me have some pancake, mommy, I’m so hungry,” one of the kids whined.

“Oh dear you” said the second.

“Oh dear, pretty you” said the third.

“Oh dear, pretty, snille you” said the fourth.

“Oh dear, beautiful, vakre, nice you” said the fifth.

“Oh dear, beautiful, pretty, good, nice you” said the sixth.

“Oh dear, beautiful, pretty, good, nice, søte you” said the seventh, as all of them asked for pancake, the one nicer than the other, because they all were so hungry.

“Yes, my children, wait until it turns,” she said – until I turn it, she should have said - “and each one of you will get pancake; just look at how thick and fornøyd it lays there.”

When the pancake heard this, it became scared, and just as asked, it turned by itself and wanted to get out of stekepannen; but it fell down on the other side, and after some frying on that side too, so it became more fast, it bounced to gulvet and rolled away like a wheel out the door and down the road.

“Hey, come back!” the woman ran after with the frying pan in one hand and the wooden spoon in the other, the fastest she could, and the children after her, and the old man limping along in the back.

“Hi, do you want to wait? Take it, pinch it!” they screamed at the same tid and wanted to take it on the run and catch it again. But the pancake rolled and rolled. And suddenly it was so far away that they couldn’t see it, because the pancake was faster than all the others. When it had rolled for a while, he met an old man.

“Good afternoon, Pancake,” said the old man.

“God bless you, old man,” said the pancake.

“My dear pancake, don’t roll so fast! Stay for a while and let me eat you,” said the old man.

“I have run away from Wife-Knife, the old man, and seven crying brats, so I can probably run from you too Man-Clan” the pancake said and rolled along the way until he met a høne.

“God day, Pancake,” the hen said.

“God day, Hen-Pen,” said the pancake

“My dear pancake, don’t roll away, stay and let me eat you,” said the hen.

“Now I have gone from Wife-Knife, the old man, seven crying brats and Man-Clan, so I guess I can run away from you too, Hen-Pen,” said the pancake and rolled away like a wheel. Then he met the cock.

“Good day,pannekake,” said the cock

“Good day, Cock-Mock,” said the pancake

“Dear Pancake, don’t roll so fast, let me eat you”, said the cock

“Now I have gone from Wife-Knife, the old man, seven skrikerunger, Man-Clan and Hen-Pen, so I guess I can run away from you too, Cock-Mock,” said the pancake, and he rolled as fast as he could. When he had rolled for a while, he met a duck. 

“Good day, Pancake” the duck said.

“Good day Duck-Buck” the pancake said.

“Dear Pancake, don’t roll so fast, stop a little and let me eat you” the duck said.

“When I have went away from Wife-Knife, the old man, seven crying brats, from Man-Clan, Hen-Pen and Cock-Mock, then I can go away from you as well, Duck-Buck” said the pancake, and went rolling and rolling as fast as he could. When he rolled a long, long time, he met a goose.

“Good day, Pancake,” the goose said.

“Good day, Goose-Loose,” the pancake said.

“My dear pancake, do not roll so fast, stay for a while and let me eat you,” the goose said.

“Now that I have run away from Wife-Knife, old man, seven screaming brats, from Man-Clan, Hen-Pen, Cock-Mock and Duck-Buck, so then I can just roll away from you too, Goose-Loose,” the pancake said and rolled away again.

When it rolled a long, long time again, then it met a fossekall.

“Good day, Pancake,” said the dipper.

“Good day, Dipper-Pipper,” said the pancake.

“My dear pancake, don’t roll so fast, stay here a while and let me eat you,” said the dipper.

“When I have left Wife-Knife, the old man, seven brats, Man-Clan, Hen-Pen, Cock-Mock, Duck-Buck and Goose-Loose, I surely can leave you as well, Dipper-Pipper,” said the pancake, and rolled and rolled on, the fastest it could manage.

After rolling for a long, long time, it met a pig.

“Good day, Pancake,” said the pig.

“Good day, grisesylte,” said the pancake, and rolled and rolled on, the fastest it could manage.

"No, wait a bit," said the pig, "you do not need to hurry so bad, we two can walk in the woods together, it will not be safe in there," he said. The pancake thought there might be something in it, and they did so. But when they had walked a while, they came to a bekk. The pig was floating on its flesk, it was no problem for him, but the pancake could not get over.

 "Sit on my face," said the pig, "I'll carry you over," he said.

 The pancake did so.

"Oink, Oink" said the pig and ate the pancake in one gulp, and then the pancake could not get any further, neither could the regle.