I read a book today. This is a story of a poor family.
A little girl lives with her mother. One day, she had last cracker with her hands and went to outside to play. Then, she met a grandfather at a street and gave him the cracker. Instead of it, he gave her a magic pot and told her how to chant a spell. She went back home hastily and said it at once. Then, much porridge came out from the pot. She was very surprised first, but her mother was very glad. They ate them until their stomach distends and she said “Little pot, stop”. The pot continues making them without saying it.
One day, her mother said the spell and ate porridge. But she didn’t know the spell which stops them, so the pot continued making them. They flowed out urban street and the town folks ate them with relish.
I thought that grandfather is like a god. Then, I think he gave her the pot because she was very kind. I was glad this family was happy.
A little girl lives with her mother. One day, she had last cracker with her hands and went to outside to play. Then, she met a grandfather at a street and gave him the cracker. Instead of it, he gave her a magic pot and told her how to chant a spell. She went back home hastily and said it at once. Then, much porridge came out from the pot. She was very surprised first, but her mother was very glad. They ate them until their stomach distends and she said “Little pot, stop”. The pot continues making them without saying it.
One day, her mother said the spell and ate porridge. But she didn’t know the spell which stops them, so the pot continued making them. They flowed out urban street and the town folks ate them with relish.
I thought that grandfather is like a god. Then, I think he gave her the pot because she was very kind. I was glad this family was happy.
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