How To Survive This Fairytale

Chapter 46

Forty-Six

Nearly home, you meet a poor soldier begging for alms.

And though it breaks your heart, you pull the little magic pot from your saddlebag.

“It’ll cook any food you wish,” you explain. “Just say ‘Cook, little pot, cook.’ When you want it to stop, say ‘Stop, little pot.’”

“Surely you expect something in return for this,” says the soldier.

“Eat a good meal with someone you love,” you say. “That’s all, friend.”