THE WONDERFUL PORRIDGE POT
C. S. B. Adapted from Grimm.
THERE was once a little girl who lived all alone with
her mother, and they were so poor that they had nothing
to eat. So the child went out in the world to try and
find some food for her mother. As she went along, she
met a very old woman, and the old woman gave her a
little, iron porridge pot which she had been carrying
under her apron.
 "You must say to it: 'Little pot, boil,' " said
the old woman, "and it will boil sweet porridge for
you, and when you say to it: 'Little pot, stop,' then
it will stop boiling."
So the child took the pot home to her mother, and she
set it on the table, and said to it: "Little pot,
boil." It set about boiling at once, and they had all
the food they needed for a great many days. But one
day, when the little girl was gone out, the mother
thought she would say: "Little pot, boil."
Well the porridge pot boiled and bubbled away until it
was quite full, and then the mother wished it to stop
boiling—but she had forgotten what to say. So the
little porridge pot just kept right on boiling and
bubbling and boiling, and spilling over, until the
kitchen table was covered with porridge, and then the
kitchen was full, and, next, the whole house was full.
The mother had to pick up her skirts and run for her
life, and the porridge poured out the door, and down
the road, and into the other people's kitchens, enough
to feed the whole town. And still no one was able to
At last there was only one house left in the whole town
that was not full of porridge, and that was the house
where the little girl had gone. When she saw the
stream of porridge coming, and all the people running,
she called out, loudly: "Little pot, stop!" And, of
course, the little pot stopped boiling porridge at
once; but all the people had to eat their way back to
their houses again!