first of all, he wanted to churn the butter; but when he had churned a while, he got thirsty, and went down to the cellar to tap a barrel of ale. so, just when he had knocked in the bung, and was putting the tap into the cask, he heard overhead the pig come into the kitchen. then off he ran up the cellar steps, with the tap in his hand, as fast as he could, to look after the pig, lest it should upset the churn; but when he got up, and saw the pig had already knocked the churn over, and stood there, routing and grunting amongst the cream which was running all over the floor, he got so wild with rage that he quite forgot the ale-barrel, and ran at the pig as hard as he could. he caught it, too, just as it ran out of doors, and gave it such a kick, that piggy lay for dead on the spot. then all at once he remembered he had the tap in his hand; but when he got down to the cellar, every drop of ale had run out of the cask.