Sweet Porridge

Once upon a time there was a poor, pious girl who lived alone with her mother, and they had nothing to eat. So the child went out into the forest. There an old woman met him, who knew his misery already and gave him a little pot, to which he should say: "Cook little pot", then he cooked good sweet millet porridge. And when she said, "Stop cooking," she stopped cooking again. The girl brought the pot home to her mother. Now they were no longer poor and did not have to suffer hunger. They ate sweet porridge as often as they wanted. After a while the girl had gone away, the mother said, "Boil the pot," and it boiled, and she ate her fill. Now she wants the potty to stop again, but she doesn't know the words. So it boils away and the porridge rises over the edge and always boils over, filling the kitchen and the whole house. And the second house and then the street, as if it wants to fill the whole world. And brings everyone into the greatest distress. No one knows how to help themselves. Finally, as only one house is left, the child comes home, and says only: "Potty stand", there it stands and stops cooking. And whoever wanted to go back to the city had to eat his way through first.