RIC-6946 The Comprehension Box 1 - Sample student cards
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<strong>The</strong><br />
porridge pot<br />
Once upon a time, a little girl lived with<br />
her mother in a small village. <strong>The</strong>y were<br />
very poor and hungry. One day, they had<br />
nothing left to eat, so the little girl went to<br />
the forest to find some berries and nuts.<br />
<strong>The</strong> girl couldn’t find any food. Upset, she<br />
sat down and cried. Just then, she heard a<br />
crackly old voice asking her what was wrong. She looked up to see an<br />
old lady with a hairy mole on her face. She was wearing a big, dark coat<br />
and pink, fluffy slippers. <strong>The</strong> little girl told her what was wrong.<br />
<strong>The</strong> old lady reached into her coat and took out a small black pot. She<br />
gave it to the girl and said, ‘Here, take this. It is a magic pot. Put it on the<br />
fire and say, “Boil, little pot, boil”, and you will have hot porridge. When<br />
the pot is full, you must say, “Stop, little pot, stop!”, and it will stop cooking.<br />
Don’t forget these words!’<br />
<strong>The</strong> little girl thanked her and ran home to show her mother. <strong>The</strong>y put it on<br />
the fire and said the words. <strong>The</strong>ir eyes widened as the pot made delicious<br />
hot porridge! When the pot was full, the girl said, ‘Stop, little pot, stop!’ And<br />
it did! So, for a long time, the little girl and her mother had enough food<br />
to eat.<br />
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One day, while the girl was visiting her grandma, her mother got hungry.<br />
She decided to make some—you guessed it—porridge! ‘Boil, little pot, boil’,<br />
the mother said, and soon the pot was full. But she could not remember<br />
the magic words to stop the pot cooking. Porridge bubbled over the rim<br />
of the pot and onto the floor. ‘No more, little pot, no more!’ she said, but<br />
the pot kept on cooking. Soon, a river of gooey porridge oozed out the<br />
door, into the street and over paths, bushes and even small children.<br />
When the little girl got back, she quickly said the magic words and the<br />
pot stopped cooking. By that time the villagers were having swimming<br />
races in the porridge! Everyone had to eat a lot of porridge before they<br />
could get back into their homes!<br />
R.I.C. Publications ® <strong>Comprehension</strong> box 1 (117)<br />
Prim-Ed Publishing