But the wee bannock dodged round about the churn, and the wife after it,
and in the hurry she had near-hand overturned the churn. And before she
got it set right again, the wee bannock was off and down the brae to the
mill; and in it ran.

The miller was sifting meal in the trough; but, looking up: "Ay," quoth
he, "it's a sign of plenty when ye're running about, and nobody to look
after ye. But I like a bannock and cheese. Come your way hither, and
I'll give ye a night's quarters." But the bannock wouldn't trust itself
with the miller and his cheese. So it turned and ran its way out; but
the miller didn't fash his head with it.

So it toddled away and ran till it came to the smithy; and in it runs,
and up to the anvil. The smith was making horse-nails. Quoth he: "I like
a glass of good ale and a well-toasted bannock. Come your way in by
here." But the bannock was frightened when it heard about the ale, and
turned and was off as hard as it could, and the smith after it, and cast
the hammer. But it missed, and the bannock was out of sight in a crack,
and ran till it came to a farmhouse with a good peat-stack at the end of
it. Inside it runs to the fireside. The goodman was cloving lint, and
the goodwife heckling. "O Janet," quoth he, "there's a wee bannock; I'll
have the half of it."

"Well, John, I'll have the other half. Hit it over the back with the
clove." But the bannock played dodgings. "Hout, tout," quoth the wife,
and made the heckle flee at it. But it was too clever for her.

And off and up the burn it ran to the next house, and rolled its way to
the fireside. The goodwife was stirring the soup, and the goodman
plaiting sprit-binnings for the cows. "Ho, Jock," quoth the goodwife,