![]() ![]() At last when only onesinglehouse remained, the childcame homeand just said, stop, little pot, and it stopped and gave up cooking, and whosoever wishedto returnto the town had to eat his way back! So it went on cooking and the porridge roseover the edge, and still it cooked on until the kitchen and whole house were full, and thenthe nexthouse, 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 knewhow to stopit. 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. Once on a time when the girl had gone out, her mother said, cook, little pot, cook. The girl took the pot home to her mother, and soon they werefreedfrom their poverty and hunger, and ate sweet porridge as often as they chose. ![]() 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. They had nothing to eat.One day, the child wentinto the forest, and there an aged woman met her who was aware of her sorrow. There was a poor but good little girl who lived with her mother. ![]()
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