“There was once upon a time I swept my floor,” said the mouse.
“So it wasn’t dusty, then,” said the cat.
“Then I found me a shilling,” said the mouse.
“So you weren’t penniless, then,” said the cat.
“Then I bought myself a bit of meat,” said the mouse.
“So you didn’t go hungry, then,” said the cat.
“Then I laid it on the fire to roast it,” said the mouse.
“So you didn’t eat it cold, then,” said the cat.
“Then I laid it out on the roof to cool it,” said the mouse.
“So you didn’t burn yourself, then,” said the cat.
“Then came a bird and snatched it,” said the mouse.
“If she snatched it, then I shall snatch you,” said the cat, and he ate the mouse up.
– Rikard Berge. Norske folkeeventyr. Kristiania: Cappelen, 1914 (p. 36).