There was a poor, good little girl, who lived alone with her mother, and they had nothing more to eat.
So the child went into the forest, and an Old Woman met her, who knew of her sorrow, and gave her a Little Pot, which, when she said:
“_Boil, Little Pot, boil!_”
would cook good sweet Porridge. And when she said:
“_Stop, Little Pot, stop!_”
it ceased to cook.