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The Wizard and The Hopping Pot
The Wizard and The Hopping Pot
When this beloved man was so old, he died and all his
belongings were now for his only son. He was a very different
man, because he believed that people who can’t use magic
were worthless. He had discussed with his father so many
times about using magic with the villagers.
After the father’s death, the son found an old cooking pot
with a small package inside it with his name. He expected for
gold, but found instead a soft slipper, too small to wear and
with no pair. Next to the slipper, there was a note that said
“In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it”.
The son was angry with his father, then threw the slipper
back to the pot. He didn’t like his father softened mind. That
night, a peasant woman knocked on the front door.
Clang, clang, clang, went the old cooking pot’s single foot,
and now its noisy sound was mixed with the brays of a
donkey and groans of human hunger. The wizard hated that
pot even more.
Now the tormenting pot was filled with salt water, and
slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped, and brayed, and
groaned, and sprouted more warts.
Though no more villagers came to the wizard’s house, the
pot did not stop to inform him of its many ills. A few days
later, the pot was still braying and hopping and groaning and
slopping and sprouting warts. Just when the wizard couldn’t
sleep or even eat, he decided to help it.
At the end, the pot burped out its soft slipper, and
permitted the wizard to fit it to its single foot. From that day
forward, the wizard kept helping the villagers, just like his
father, and with the cooking pot beside him remanding him
with his hopping.
THE END