Storyteller #1: Once upon a time there lived a mother and her two young children.
Storyteller #2: The family was very poor. They lived in a tiny cottage at the edge of a small village.
Storyteller #3: Though they were poor, they were always happy for the mother loved her children dearly.
Storyteller #1: The family was never hungry. High on the kitchen shelf sat a very special cooking pot.
Storyteller #3: Whenever anyone was hungry, mother simply placed the pot upon the stove and said…
Mother: Boil, little pot, boil.
Storyteller #3: And within minutes, the tiny pot would be filled with a hot, delicious porridge.
Daughter: So rich, so creamy…mother’s porridge is truly dreamy!
Storyteller #2: When at last everyone had their fill of porridge the mother would say…
Mother: Please stop, Magic Pot.
Storyteller #1: Now one day the mother said to her children…
Mother: Children, dear children. I must go to the village today. I ask only one thing…do not touch the cooking pot. I shall be home soon.
Storyteller #1: The son said…
Son: Dear mother, fear not! I will not touch your cooking pot!
Storyteller #2: Then the daughter said…
Daughter: Oh mother of mine, please believe me…I will let your cooking pot be.
Storyteller #3: So mother walked towards the village leaving her children alone with the magic pot.
Storyteller #2: After a short while the son said…
Son: Sister, dear sister…I am so very hungry. What shall we do?