A SWEET PORRIDGE
There was a poor but
good little girl who lived with her mother. They had nothing to eat. One day, the child went into the forest,
and there an aged woman met her who was aware of her sorrow. She gifted her
with a little pot, which when she said, "cook, little pot, cook",
would cook good, sweet porridge, and when she said, "stop, little
pot", it ceased to cook.
The girl took the pot home to her mother, and soon they were freed
from their poverty and hunger, and ate sweet porridge as often as they chose.
Once on a time when the girl had gone out, her mother said, cook, little pot,
cook. And it did cook and she ate till she was satisfied, and then she wanted
the pot to stop cooking, but did not know the word. So it went on cooking and
the porridge rose over the edge, and still it cooked on until
the kitchen and whole house were full, and then the next house, and then the whole street, just as if it
wanted to satisfy the hunger of the whole world, and
there was the greatest distress, but no one knew how to stop it. At last when
only one single house remained, the child came home and
just said, stop, little pot, and it stopped and gave up cooking, and whosoever
wished to return to the town had to eat his way back!
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