fourteen; yotsuba & night

[clovertails]

[yawn. someone is tucked up in bed, and GASP, she sounds.... TIRED?! CALM?! what is this. why.]

Let's tell bedtime stories... Good ones. Not ones with monsters and trolls and stuff like that, okay?

Comments

[khaji_da]

There was a poor but good little girl who lived with her mother. They had nothing to eat. One day, the child went into the forest, and there an aged woman met her who was aware of her sorrow. She gifted her with a little pot, which when she said, "cook, little pot, cook", would cook good, sweet porridge, and when she said, "stop, little pot", it ceased to cook.

The girl took the pot home to her mother, and soon they were freed from their poverty and hunger, and ate sweet porridge as often as they chose. Once on a time when the girl had gone out, her mother said, cook, little pot, cook. And it did cook and she ate till she was satisfied, and then she wanted the pot to stop cooking, but did not know the word. So it went on cooking and the porridge rose over the edge, and still it cooked on until the kitchen and whole house were full, and then the next house, and then the whole street, just as if it wanted to satisfy the hunger of the whole world, and there was the greatest distress, but no one knew how to stop it. At last when only one single house remained, the child came home and just said, stop, little pot, and it stopped and gave up cooking, and whosoever wished to return to the town had to eat his way back!

[clovertails]

[THAT IS THE MOST DELICIOUS STORY SHE"S EVER HEARD. and she's drooling, like actually.. and i sort of am too LMAO. i love porridge...]

They must have got really fat! And maybe the girl was mad at her mommy for using the pot without her persimmon!! [permission..]

[khaji_da]

Would you be mad at your mom for something like that? The pot was for both of them.

[clovertails]

Maybe she shoulda learned the right words first!

[khaji_da]

That's right. That would have been to the smart thing to do.