118 English Fairy Tales he saw her, he touched her with a twig of a rowan tree. No sooner had he touched her than she shrivelled up and shriv- elled up, till she became a huge ugly toad, with bold staring eyes and a horrible hiss. She croaked and she hissed, and then hopped away down the castle steps, and Childe Wynd took his father’s place as king, and they all lived happy after- wards. But to this day, the loathsome toad is seen at times, haunt- ing the neighbourhood of Bamborough Keep, and the wicked witch-queen is a Laidly Toad. THE CAT AND THE MOUSE The cat and the mouse Play’d in the malt-house: The cat bit the mouse’s tail off. “Pray, puss, give me my tail.” “No,” says the cat, “I’ll not give you your tail, till you go to the cow, and fetch me some milk.” First she leapt and then she ran, Till she came to the cow, and thus began: “Pray, Cow, give me milk, that I may give cat milk, that cat may give me my own tail again.” “No,” said the cow, “I will give you no milk, till you go to the farmer, and get me some hay.” First she leapt, and then she ran, Till she came to the farmer and thus began: “Pray, Farmer, give me hay, that I may give cow hay, that