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The little porridge pot.

There once was a little girl who lived in the village with her mother. They were very poor and things got worse and worse until one day they found that there was nothing left to eat.
''I'll go into the forest and see if I can find some berries." Said the little girl and off she went. She had not gone far when she met a very old woman who smiled at her.
"I know that you are a good little girl and that you and your mother are poor and hungry. Here is a little pot to take home. Whenever you say to it "Cook, little pot!" It will fill itself full of delicious steaming porridge. When you have had all you can eat you must say "Enough, little pot!" And it will stop making porridge."
The little girl thanked the kind old woman and took the pot home to her mother. They were both so hungry that they could scarcely wait to say "Cook, little pot!" At once the pot was full of porridge. Then when they had eaten all they could the little girl said "Enough, little pot!" And it was empty again. From that day on the little girl and her mother were never hungry anymore. And they lived very happily for a while. But one day when the little girl was out her mother wanted some of that delicious porridge all for herself. Carefully she got the pot down from the shelf and said the magic words "Cook, little pot!" In a moment the pot was full. The little girl's mother ate as much as she wanted. Then suddenly she screamed "Oh, dear! Oh, dear! I can't remember how to make it stop!" The porridge kept on coming and coming. It filled a little pot to the brim. It seeped over the top and down onto the table. Bubbling and steaming it overflowed onto the floor more and more kept coming. The porridge run across the floor and out of the door and stream down the street. It went into the neighbor’s gardens and into the houses. Finally there was only one house in the whole village that wasn't filled with porridge.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The villagers cried at once. "Whatever shall we do?"
At that very moment the little girl came home and seeing porridge everywhere she cried "Enough, little pot!". To everyone's relief the porridge stopped coming. However they all had to squeeze into the one house that has escaped and lived there together until at last they could eat the way back to their own homes.

The Ugly Duckling

One summer when the corn was gold and yellow and the hay was been dried in the fields a mother duck was sitting on her nest of eggs. She sat in the rushes of a deep moat that surrounded a lovely country house and waited for her eggs to hatch. It was taking a very long time and she was getting very tired. At last one day she felt a movement beneath her, the eggs began to crack and out was tiny floppy ducklings. All the eggs hatched except for one which was larger than the rest. The mother duck was impatient to take the new ducklings swimming but could not leave the last egg unhatched. She sat for a few more days and just as she was about to give up she heard a tapping and out of the shell tumbled the oddest ugly duckling she had ever seen. She took the babies into the water and proudly watched as they all swam straight away even the ugly duckling. She led them in the procession around the mode showing them off to the other ducks. As they moved along behind her she heard many quacks of admiration and prays for her fine family but she also heard laughter and scorn pored on the ugly duckling at the end of the line.
"He's been to long the egg." She explained. "He is not come out quite the right shape, but he is strong and will grow into a fine duck soon."
As the weeks went by and the corn was harvested in the fields ducklings grew up into ducks. But the ugly duckling with his grey feathers and clumsy shape remained different. All the ducks on the moat packed him and made fun of him and refused

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