sweet porridge

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!