“Nang patungo na ang lugaw sa huling bahay sa bayan, dumating ang batang babae galing sa kanyang pagmamasyal.
Hindi niya mapniwalaan ang kanyang nakita!”
“Pakiusapan mo ang mahiwagang kaserola na tumigil na magluto ng lugaw,” hiling ng kanyang nanay.
Just as soon as the porridge reached the last house in
the town, the little girl came back from her walk. She
could hardly believe her eyes.
“Please tell the magic pot to stop making porridge,”
begged her mother.