THE WEE BANNOCK
by Elizabeth W. Grierson · from The Scottish Fairy Book
Adapted Version
Grandma makes two little cakes. They are warm and round. Yum! Grandpa sits in his big chair. Grandma and Grandpa are happy. They live in a cozy house.
Grandpa eats one cake. Oh no! The other cake sees this. It jumps off the table. It does not want to be eaten. It wants to go outside! The little cake runs out the door.
Grandma runs after it. "Oh! My cake!" she calls. But the little cake is fast. It runs up the hill. Grandma waves goodbye.
The little cake rolls and rolls. It goes into a house. A man makes clothes inside. He sees the little cake. "Stop, little cake!" he calls. He wants to eat it. But the little cake runs fast. It runs out the door.
The little cake rolls and rolls. It goes into another house. A woman makes butter inside. She sees the little cake. "Come here, little cake!" she calls. She wants to eat it with butter. But the little cake runs fast. It runs out the door.
The little cake rolls and rolls. It goes past a farm. A big farmer sees it. "I want that cake!" he says. He reaches with his big hands. But the little cake is too quick. It runs and runs and runs!
The little cake rolls and rolls. It goes past a man with sheep. Children see the little cake. "A cake! A cake!" they shout. They laugh and run after it. But the little cake is too fast. It runs away.
The little cake runs and runs. Now it is dark outside. The little cake is tired. It looks for a warm place to sleep.
It finds a little hole under a bush. "This looks warm!" it thinks. The little cake goes inside. But it is not empty. It is a fox's home!
A hungry fox is inside. The fox has no food. "Hello!" says the fox. The fox eats the little cake. Yum!
The little cake ran and ran. But the fox was hungry. Things do not go as we think!
And Grandma? She makes two more cakes.
Original Story
THE WEE BANNOCK
"Some tell about their sweethearts,
How they tirled them to the winnock,
But I'll tell you a bonnie tale
About a guid oatmeal bannock."
There was once an old man and his wife, who lived in a dear little cottage by the side of a burn. They were a very canty and contented couple, for they had enough to live on, and enough to do. Indeed, they considered themselves quite rich, for, besides their cottage and their garden, they possessed two sleek cows, five hens and a cock, an old cat, and two kittens.
The old man spent his time looking after the cows, and the hens, and the garden; while the old woman kept herself busy spinning.
One day, just after breakfast, the old woman thought that she would like an oatmeal bannock for her supper that evening, so she took down her bakeboard, and put on her girdle, and baked a couple of fine cakes, and when they were ready she put them down before the fire to harden.
While they were toasting, her husband came in from the byre, and sat down to take a rest in his great arm-chair. Presently his eyes fell on the bannocks, and, as they looked very good, he broke one through the middle and began to eat it.
When the other bannock saw this it determined that it should not have the same fate, so it ran across the kitchen and out of the door as fast as it could. And when the old woman saw it disappearing, she ran after it as fast as her legs would carry her, holding her spindle in one hand and her distaff in the other.
But she was old, and the bannock was young, and it ran faster than she did, and escaped over the hill behind the house. It ran, and it ran, and it ran, until it came to a large newly thatched cottage, and, as the door was open, it took refuge inside, and ran right across the floor to a blazing fire, which was burning in the first room that it came to.
Now, it chanced that this house belonged to a tailor, and he and his two apprentices were sitting cross-legged on the top of a big table by the window, sewing away with all their might, while the tailor's wife was sitting beside the fire carding lint.
When the wee bannock came trundling across the floor, all three tailors got such a fright that they jumped down from the table and hid behind the Master Tailor's wife.
"Hoot," she said, "what a set of cowards ye be! 'Tis but a nice wee bannock. Get hold of it and divide it between you, and I'll fetch you all a drink of milk."
So she jumped up with her lint and her lint cards, and the tailor jumped up with his great shears, and one apprentice grasped the line measure, while another took up the saucer full of pins; and they all tried to catch the wee bannock. But it dodged them round and round the fire, and at last it got safely out of the door and ran down the road, with one of the apprentices after it, who tried to snip it in two with his shears.
It ran too quickly for him, however, and at last he stopped and went back to the house, while the wee bannock ran on until it came to a tiny cottage by the roadside. It trundled in at the door, and there was a weaver sitting at his loom, with his wife beside him, winding a clue of yarn.
"What's that, Tibby?" said the weaver, with a start as the little cake flew past him.
"Oh!" cried she in delight, jumping to her feet, "'tis a wee bannock. I wonder where it came from?"
"Dinna bother your head about that, Tibby," said her man, "but grip it, my woman, grip it."
But it was not so easy to get hold of the wee bannock. It was in vain that the Goodwife threw her clue at it, and that the Goodman tried to chase it into a corner and knock it down with his shuttle. It dodged, and turned, and twisted, like a thing bewitched, till at last it flew out at the door again, and vanished down the hill, "for all the world," as the old woman said, "like a new tarred sheep, or a daft cow."
In the next house that it came to it found the Goodwife in the kitchen, kirning. She had just filled her kirn, and there was still some cream standing in the bottom of her cream jar.
"Come away, little bannock," she cried when she saw it. "Thou art come in just the nick of time, for I am beginning to feel hungry, and I'll have cakes and cream for my dinner."
But the wee bannock hopped round to the other side of the kirn, and the Goodwife after it. And she was in such a hurry that she nearly upset the kirn; and by the time that she had put it right again, the wee bannock was out at the door and half-way down the brae to the mill.
The miller was sifting meal in the trough, but he straightened himself up when he saw the little cake.
"It's a sign of plenty when bannocks are running about with no one to look after them," he said; "but I like bannocks and cheese, so just come in, and I will give thee a night's lodging."
But the little bannock had no wish to be eaten up by the miller, so it turned and ran out of the mill, and the miller was so busy that he did not trouble himself to run after it.
After this it ran on, and on, and on, till it came to the smithy, and it popped in there to see what it could see.
The smith was busy at the anvil making horse-shoe nails, but he looked up as the wee bannock entered.
"If there be one thing I am fond of, it is a glass of ale and a well-toasted cake," he cried. "So come inbye here, and welcome to ye."
But as soon as the little bannock heard of the ale, it turned and ran out of the smithy as fast as it could, and the disappointed smith picked up his hammer and ran after it. And when he saw that he could not catch it, he flung his heavy hammer at it, in the hope of knocking it down, but, luckily for the little cake, he missed his aim.
After this the bannock came to a farmhouse, with a great stack of peats standing at the back of it. In it went, and ran to the fireside. In this house the master had all the lint spread out on the floor, and was cloving[1] it with an iron rod, while the mistress was heckling[2] what he had already cloven.
"Oh, Janet," cried the Goodman in surprise, "here comes in a little bannock. It looks rare and good to eat. I'll have one half of it."
"And I'll have the other half," cried the Goodwife. "Hit it over the back with your cloving-stick, Sandy, and knock it down. Quick, or it will be out at the door again."
But the bannock played "jook-about," and dodged behind a chair. "Hoot!" cried Janet contemptuously, for she thought that her husband might easily have hit it, and she threw her heckle at it.
But the heckle missed it, just as her husband's cloving-rod had done, for it played "jook-about" again, and flew out of the house.
This time it ran up a burnside till it came to a little cottage standing among the heather.
Here the Goodwife was making porridge for the supper in a pot over the fire, and her husband was sitting in a corner plaiting ropes of straw with which to tie up the cow.
"Oh, Jock! come here, come here," cried the Goodwife. "Thou art aye crying for a little bannock for thy supper; come here, histie, quick, and help me to catch it."
"Ay, ay," assented Jock, jumping to his feet and hurrying across the little room. "But where is it? I cannot see it."
"There, man, there," cried his wife, "under that chair. Run thou to that side; I will keep to this."
So Jock ran into the dark corner behind the chair; but, in his hurry, he tripped and fell, and the wee bannock jumped over him and flew laughing out at the door.
Through the whins and up the hillside it ran, and over the top of the hill, to a shepherd's cottage on the other side.
The inmates were just sitting down to their porridge, and the Goodwife was scraping the pan.
"Save us and help us," she exclaimed, stopping with the spoon half-way to her mouth. "There's a wee bannock come in to warm itself at our fireside."
"Sneck the door," cried the husband, "and we'll try to catch it. It would come in handy after the porridge."
But the bannock did not wait until the door was sneckit. It turned and ran as fast as it could, and the shepherd and his wife and all the bairns ran after it, with their spoons in their hands, in hopes of catching it.
And when the shepherd saw that it could run faster than they could, he threw his bonnet at it, and almost struck it; but it escaped all these dangers, and soon it came to another house, where the folk were just going to bed.
The Goodman was half undressed, and the Goodwife was raking the cinders carefully out of the fire.
"What's that?" said he, "for the bowl of brose that I had at supper-time wasna' very big."
"Catch it, then," answered his wife, "and I'll have a bit, too. Quick! quick! Throw your coat over it or it will be away."
So the Goodman threw his coat right on the top of the little bannock, and almost managed to smother it; but it struggled bravely, and got out, breathless and hot, from under it. Then it ran out into the grey light again, for night was beginning to fall, and the Goodman ran out after it, without his coat. He chased it and chased it through the stackyard and across a field, and in amongst a fine patch of whins. Then he lost it; and, as he was feeling cold without his coat, he went home.
As for the poor little bannock, it thought that it would creep under a whin bush and lie there till morning, but it was so dark that it never saw that there was a fox's hole there. So it fell down the fox's hole, and the fox was very glad to see it, for he had had no food for two days.
"Oh, welcome, welcome," he cried; and he snapped it through the middle with his teeth, and that was the end of the poor wee bannock.
And if a moral be wanted for this tale, here it is: That people should never be too uplifted or too cast down over anything, for all the good folk in the story thought that they were going to get the bannock, and, lo and behold! the fox got it after all.
Story DNA
Moral
People should never be too uplifted or too cast down over anything, for the unexpected can always happen.
Plot Summary
An old woman bakes two oatmeal bannocks, but when her husband eats one, the other flees to avoid the same fate. The 'wee bannock' embarks on a long journey, successfully evading numerous villagers—including a tailor, a weaver, a miller, a smith, and several farmers—all of whom attempt to catch and eat it. Despite its clever dodges and narrow escapes, the bannock's luck runs out when, seeking shelter in the dark, it unknowingly falls into a fox's hole and is promptly eaten. The story concludes with a moral about the unpredictability of fate.
Themes
Emotional Arc
hope to despair
Writing Style
Narrative Elements
Cultural Context
Reflects a rural, pre-industrial Scottish setting where self-sufficiency and simple pleasures were common. The various trades (tailor, weaver, miller, smith, farmer, shepherd) represent typical village occupations.
Plot Beats (15)
- An old man and woman live happily in their cottage; the woman bakes two oatmeal bannocks.
- The old man eats one bannock, causing the other to flee the house to avoid being eaten.
- The old woman chases the bannock but cannot catch it.
- The bannock enters a tailor's cottage, startling the tailor and his apprentices, but escapes their attempts to catch it.
- It then enters a weaver's cottage, where the weaver and his wife also try and fail to capture it.
- Next, it encounters a goodwife churning butter, who desires to eat it with cream, but the bannock dodges her.
- It runs to a mill, where the miller expresses a desire for it, but the bannock quickly leaves.
- At a smithy, the smith tries to catch it for a snack with ale, even throwing his hammer, but misses.
- It enters a farmhouse where a farmer and his wife try to hit it with their tools, but it dodges them.
- It then finds a couple making porridge, who also attempt to catch it, but the bannock jumps over the husband as he trips.
- At a shepherd's cottage, the family tries to catch it with their spoons, and the shepherd throws his bonnet, but it escapes.
- Finally, it enters a house where a couple is going to bed; the man throws his coat over it, but the bannock struggles free and runs into the night.
- The man chases it into a patch of whins but loses it in the dark and goes home.
- The wee bannock, seeking shelter, unknowingly falls into a fox's hole.
- The fox, hungry for two days, immediately eats the wee bannock, bringing its journey to an end.
Characters
The Wee Bannock ★ protagonist
A small, round, flat cake made of oatmeal, freshly baked and toasted to a golden-brown hue, with a slightly hardened exterior from being placed before a fire. It is warm and smells of toasted oats.
Wants: To escape being eaten and to preserve its existence.
Flaw: Its physical nature as food makes it inherently desirable to others, and its small size and lack of true awareness make it vulnerable to predators.
Begins as a simple food item, gains sentience and agency to escape its fate, experiences a journey of evasion, and ultimately meets its predetermined end.
Determined, quick-witted, resilient, playful (implied by 'flew laughing'), resourceful, and ultimately naive.
Image Prompt & Upload
A small, perfectly round, golden-brown oatmeal cake, slightly toasted, with a smooth, firm surface, appearing to roll or hop forward with a sense of urgency. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Old Woman ◆ supporting
A small, perhaps slightly stooped elderly woman, likely with the weathered hands of a spinner. Her build is probably slender from a life of work.
Attire: A practical, homespun dress made of sturdy linen or wool in muted, natural colors like grey, brown, or undyed cream, possibly with a simple apron over it. Her clothing would be functional for spinning and household chores.
Wants: To catch the bannock she baked for supper.
Flaw: Her old age limits her physical speed and endurance.
Remains largely unchanged, her attempt to catch the bannock is a brief interruption to her routine.
Contented, industrious, practical, determined, and a little surprised.
Image Prompt & Upload
An elderly Scottish woman, slightly stooped, with a kind, wrinkled face and grey hair pulled back in a simple bun. She wears a practical, undyed linen dress and a plain apron. She holds a wooden spindle in one hand and a wooden distaff in the other, looking slightly bewildered and out of breath. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Old Man ◆ supporting
An elderly man, perhaps with a sturdy build from looking after cows and a garden. His hands would be calloused from farm work.
Attire: Practical, durable clothing suitable for farm work in rural Scotland, such as a thick wool waistcoat over a linen shirt, sturdy trousers, and possibly a flat cap. Colors would be earthy and muted.
Wants: To rest and enjoy a bannock.
Flaw: N/A (not directly involved in the chase, so no weaknesses are highlighted).
Remains unchanged, his action of eating a bannock triggers the story.
Canty (cheerful), contented, observant (noticed the bannocks), and enjoys simple pleasures (eating a bannock).
Image Prompt & Upload
An elderly Scottish man with a weathered face and a short grey beard, wearing a practical wool waistcoat over a simple linen shirt and sturdy trousers. He sits in a large, comfortable wooden armchair, looking content. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
The Fox ⚔ antagonist
A lean, cunning fox, with reddish-brown fur, a bushy tail, and sharp teeth. Its appearance suggests hunger and wildness.
Attire: N/A (natural fur coat)
Wants: To find food and satisfy its hunger.
Flaw: N/A (appears only at the end to fulfill its role as a predator).
Remains unchanged, serves as the ultimate, inevitable end for the bannock.
Cunning, opportunistic, hungry, and decisive.
Image Prompt & Upload
A lean, adult reddish-brown fox with a bushy tail, sharp teeth, and intelligent, amber eyes. It is positioned in a low crouch, looking alert and hungry, with its mouth slightly open as if ready to snap. Plain white background, full body visible head to toe, single figure, no watermark, no text, no signature.
Locations
Old Man and Wife's Cottage Kitchen
A dear little cottage kitchen with a bakeboard, a girdle for baking, and a blazing fire where bannocks are hardened. A great armchair sits nearby. The overall impression is cozy and lived-in.
Mood: Warm, domestic, initially peaceful, then chaotic and frantic.
The wee bannock is baked, one is eaten, and the other escapes, initiating its journey.
Image Prompt & Upload
A rustic Scottish cottage kitchen interior, with rough-hewn timber beams supporting a low ceiling. A large stone hearth dominates one wall, with a small, blazing fire casting warm light on a cast-iron girdle. A simple wooden bakeboard rests on a table, and a sturdy, worn armchair is pulled close to the fire. Sunlight streams faintly through a small, leaded-pane window, illuminating dust motes in the air. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Tailor's Cottage Interior
A large, newly thatched cottage interior. A big table by the window is where the tailor and his apprentices work, sitting cross-legged. A blazing fire burns in the first room, and the tailor's wife cards lint beside it.
Mood: Busy, industrious, then startled and eager.
The bannock takes refuge here, startling the tailors, who then try to catch it.
Image Prompt & Upload
The interior of a bustling Scottish tailor's cottage, with a large, sturdy wooden table positioned beneath a multi-paned window, allowing bright daylight to flood the workspace. Bolts of wool and linen fabric are stacked neatly on shelves along the rough plaster walls. A stone hearth with a crackling fire provides warmth, and various tailoring tools like large shears, measuring tapes, and pin cushions are scattered across the table. The floor is made of wide, polished wooden planks. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
Whin Bush on the Hillside
A patch of whins (gorse bushes) on a hillside, becoming dark as night falls. The ground is uneven, and a hidden fox's hole is present.
Mood: Desolate, dangerous, final.
The wee bannock, exhausted and seeking shelter, falls into the fox's hole, meeting its end.
Image Prompt & Upload
A desolate Scottish hillside at dusk, covered in dense, spiky whin (gorse) bushes, their dark forms silhouetted against a fading grey sky. The ground is uneven, with patches of coarse grass and exposed earth. A small, dark opening, a fox's den, is barely visible beneath the tangled branches of a particularly large gorse bush. The air is cool and still, with the last vestiges of daylight clinging to the western horizon. no border, no frame, no watermark, no text, no signature, edge-to-edge illustration.
