’Areyouweaving，mylittledear？’
’Yes，granny，Iamweaving，’answeredthecat。
Whenthewitchsawthatthechildrenhadescapedher，shewasfurious，and，hittingthecatwithaporringer，shesaid:’Whydidyouletthechildrenleavethehut？Whydidyounotscratchtheireyesout？’
Butthecatcurledupitstailandputitsbackup，andanswered:
’Ihaveservedyoualltheseyearsandyounevereventhrewmeabone，butthedearchildrengavemetheirownpieceofham。’