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Once upon a time there was a poor, pious girl who lived alone with her mother, and they had nothing left to eat. So the child went out into the forest, where she met an old woman who already knew of her troubles and gave her a little pot. When she said to it, “Little pot, cook,” it would cook good, sweet millet porridge, and when she said, “Little pot, stop,” it would stop cooking.

The girl brought the pot home to her mother, and now they were free of poverty and hunger and ate sweet porridge whenever they pleased.

One day, when the girl had gone out, her mother said, “Little pot, cook,” and it cooked, and she ate her fill. Now she wanted the little pot to stop, but she did not know the word. So it went on cooking, and the porridge rose over the rim and kept on bubbling, filling the kitchen and the whole house, then the next house and then the street, as though it meant to feed the whole world. They were in the greatest distress, and no one knew what to do. At last, when only a single house remained unfilled, the child came home and merely said, “Little pot, stop,” and it stopped cooking at once. And anyone who wanted to get back into the town had to eat their way through.