儿童英语图画书the magic porridge pot.pdf

There once was a little girl who lived with her mother. They were poor and had no money for food. One day, the mother said, “All I have for you is one small cracker. Make it last.” The little girl went out to play. Along came an old man. “Can you give me something to eat?” he asked. “Yes.” said the little girl. She gave him her cracker. “Thank you.” said the old man. “And here is a present for you. This is a magic pot. When you want to eat, Say, ‵‵Little pot, cook!′′ When you have eaten all you want, Say, ‵‵Little pot, stop!’’” The little girl ran home. She put the pot on the table. She said, “Little pot, cook! ” The pot began to fill with porridge. The little girl ate two bowls of porridge. Her mother ate two bowls. They were full and happy. Then the little girl said, “Little pot, stop! ” The pot stopped making porridge. One day, the little girl went out to play. Her mother wanted some porridge. “I don’t need to call my little girl.” She said, “I know what to do.” She looked at the pot and said, “Cook, little pot.” Nothing happened. So she said, “Little pot, cook!” And the little pot began to fill with porridge. The mother ate a bowlful. While she ate, the pot was filling itself up again. “No more, Little pot!” said the mother The pot went on filling. “Little pot, no more.” said the mother And the pot went on filling. Porridge began to run over the top of the pot. “Little pot, don't cook!” said the mother. Porridge poured out of the pot, over the table, and onto the floor. “Don’t cook, Little pot!” “Oh dear, oh my! What are the right words? What should I say?” asked the mother. Faster and faster came the porridge. Up the walls… out the door… …and down the street! “No, no, porridge pot!” the mother said. But nothing stopped the porridge. The little girl saw a river of porridge coming toward her. She guessed what had happened. She shouted, “Little pot, stop!” The pot heard her and stopped. Everyone brought spoons. They ate and ate until they got back home. Story summary “Little pot, cook!” Little pot began to fill with the porridge. The porridge poured out of the pot, Over the table, onto the floor, Up the walls, out the door and Down the street! “Little pot, stop!” Would the pot stop making porridge? Read and find out! 。