mind the house, and do the work at home.

First of all, he wanted to churn the butter; but when he had churned a
while, he got thirsty, and went down to the cellar to tap a barrel of
ale. So, just when he had knocked in the bung, and was putting the tap
into the cask, he heard overhead the pig come into the kitchen. Then
off he ran up the cellar steps, with the tap in his hand, as fast as
he could, to look after the pig, lest it should upset the churn; but
when he got up, and saw the pig had already knocked the churn over,
and stood there, routing and grunting amongst the cream which was
running all over the floor, he got so wild with rage that he quite
forgot the ale-barrel, and ran at the pig as hard as he could. He
caught it, too, just as it ran out of doors, and gave it such a kick,
that piggy lay for dead on the spot. Then all at once he remembered he
had the tap in his hand; but when he got down to the cellar, every
drop of ale had run out of the cask.

Then he went into the dairy and found enough cream left to fill the
churn again, and so he began to churn, for butter they must have at
dinner. When he had churned a bit, he remembered that their milking
cow was still shut up in the byre, and hadn't had a bit to eat or a
drop to drink all the morning, though the sun was high. Then all at
once he thought 'twas too far to take her down to the meadow, so he'd
just get her up on the house top--for the house, you must know, was
thatched with sods, and a fine crop of grass was growing there. Now
the house lay close up against a steep down, and he thought if he
laid a plank across to the thatch at the back he'd easily get the cow
up.

But still he couldn't leave the churn, for there was his little babe
crawling about on the floor, and "if I leave it," he thought, "the
child is safe to upset it." So he took the churn on his back, and went
out with it; but then he thought he'd better first water the cow
before he turned her out on the thatch; so he took up a bucket to draw
water out of the well; but, as he stooped down at the well's brink,
all the cream ran out of the churn over his shoulders, and so down
into the well.

Now it was near dinner-time, and he hadn't even got the butter yet; so
he thought he'd best boil the porridge, and filled the pot with water
and hung it over the fire. When he had done that, he thought the cow
might perhaps fall off the thatch and break her legs or her neck. So
he got up on the house t