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20 lines
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Sweet Porridge
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There was a poor but good little girl who lived alone with her mother,
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and they no longer had anything to eat. So the child went into the
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forest, and there an aged woman met her who was aware of her sorrow,
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and presented her with a little pot, which when she said, “Cook, little
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pot, cook,” would cook good, sweet porridge, and when she said, “Stop,
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little pot,” it ceased to cook. The girl took the pot home to her
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mother, and now they were freed from their poverty and hunger, and ate
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sweet porridge as often as they chose. Once on a time when the girl had
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gone out, her mother said, “Cook, little pot, cook.” And it did cook
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and she ate till she was satisfied, and then she wanted the pot to stop
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cooking, but did not know the word. So it went on cooking and the
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porridge rose over the edge, and still it cooked on until the kitchen
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and whole house were full, and then the next house, and then the whole
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street, just as if it wanted to satisfy the hunger of the whole world,
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and there was the greatest distress, but no one knew how to stop it. At
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last when only one single house remained, the child came home and just
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said, “Stop, little pot,” and it stopped and gave up cooking, and
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whosoever wished to return to the town had to eat his way back.
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