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  pory.  And  when  she  said,  Stop,  little  pot,  it  ceased  to  cook  sweet  porridge.

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,  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.