When it was time for the Gingerbread Boy to be done she opened the oven door and pulled out the pan.  Out jumped the little Gingerbread Boy on to the floor, and away he ran, out of the door and down the street!  The little old woman and the little old man ran after him as fast as they could, but he just laughed, and shouted,—­

“Run! run! as fast as you can!

“You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!”

And they couldn’t catch him.

The little Gingerbread Boy ran on and on, until he came to a cow, by the roadside.  “Stop, little Gingerbread Boy,” said the cow; “I want to eat you.”  The little Gingerbread Boy laughed and said,—­

“I have run away from a little old woman,

“And a little old man,

“And I can run away from you, I can!”

And, as the cow chased him, he looked over his shoulder and cried,—­

“Run! run! as fast as you can!

“You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!”

And the cow couldn’t catch him.

The little Gingerbread Boy ran on, and on, and on, till he came to a horse, in the pasture.  “Please stop, little Gingerbread Boy,” said the horse, “you look very good to eat.”  But the little Gingerbread Boy laughed out loud.  “Oho! oho!” he said,—­

“I have run away from a little old woman,

“A little old man,

“A cow,

“And I can run away from you, I can!”

And, as the horse chased him, he looked over his shoulder and cried,—­

“Run! run! as fast as you can!

“You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!”

And the horse couldn’t catch him.

By and by the little Gingerbread Boy came to a barn full of threshers.  When the threshers smelt the Gingerbread Boy, they tried to pick him up, and said, “Don’t run so fast, little Gingerbread Boy; you look very good to eat.”

But the little Gingerbread Boy ran harder than ever, and as he ran he cried out,—­

“I have run away from a little old woman,

“A little old man,

“A cow,

“A horse,

“And I can run away from you, I can!”

And when he found that he was ahead of the threshers, he turned and shouted back to them,—­

“Run! run! as fast as you can!

“You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!”

And the threshers couldn’t catch him.

Then the little Gingerbread Boy ran faster than ever.  He ran and ran until he came to a field full of mowers.  When the mowers saw how fine he looked, they ran after him, calling out, “Wait a bit! wait a bit, little Gingerbread Boy, we wish to eat you!” But the little Gingerbread Boy laughed harder than ever, and ran like the wind.  “Oho! oho!” he said,—­

“I have run away from a little old woman,

“A little old man,

“A cow,

“A horse,

“A barn full of threshers,