Liz Carr - The Magic Porridge Pot CBeebies Bedtime Stories

CBeebies Bedtime Story.

Hello. I'm Liz.

Have you had a good day?

I've had a great day, and it started this morning

when I had a lovely breakfast of porridge and honey.

My breakfast reminded me of one of my favourite stories.

Would you like to hear it?

Tonight's bedtime story is called The Magic Porridge Pot,

by the Brothers Grimm, illustrated by Mike and Carl Gordon.

This is a story about hungry Hannah, an old woman, a greedy boy,

a magic pot, and a LOT of porridge.

Hannah never had enough to eat.

But when she had some food, she always shared it.

One day, Hannah found some honey in the forest.

Then she saw an old woman.

The woman was carrying an empty pot.

"Would you like some honey?" asked Hannah.

"Yes, please," said the old woman.

And she thought, one good turn deserves another.

"Would you like some porridge?"

"I'd love some porridge," said Hannah,

"but your pot is empty."

The woman smiled.

"That doesn't matter," she said.

"You just need to know the magic words.

"Cook, pot, cook!"

Hot porridge filled the pot.

"Stop, pot, stop!"

And it stopped.

Hannah and the woman ate a delicious meal of porridge and honey.

"You can keep the pot," said the woman.

"Thank you!" said Hannah.

"Remember the magic words, and you will never be hungry again."

From then on,

Hannah always had plenty to eat.

She had porridge for breakfast,

porridge for lunch,

and porridge for dinner.

One evening, a greedy boy smelled the porridge.

"What's that?" he thought.

He followed his nose to Hannah's cottage.

He saw the pot start to fill with porridge.

And Hannah said, "Cook, pot, cook!"

But he didn't see it stop.

The greedy boy said,

"I want that pot!"

The boy waited until Hannah went to bed.

Then he crept in,

stole the pot, and ran home.

He couldn't wait to say the magic words.

"Cook, pot, cook!"

Steaming porridge filled the pot.

Porridge dripped over the sides.

"Stop!" cried the boy.

But the pot didn't stop.

"Uh-oh..."

Porridge poured onto the floor.

"Stop!" cried the boy.

But the pot didn't stop.

Porridge filled the room.

"Stop!" cried the boy.

But the pot didn't stop.

The boy ran outside. "Stop!" cried the boy.

"I'll drown in porridge!"

But the pot didn't stop.

In her bedroom, Hannah sniffed.

SHE SNIFFS

"I smell porridge," she thought.

She ran outside. Porridge was pouring down the street.

Hannah thought, "Oh, no. It must be the pot."

Hannah shouted the magic words,

"Stop, pot, stop!"

And at last, the pot stopped.

The greedy boy was saved.

And the greedy boy thought,

"I'll never touch porridge again after this."

But he had to eat a LOT of porridge before he could go home.

As for Hannah, she got her pot back,

and no-one ever stole it again.

That story was called The Magic Porridge Pot,

retold by Rosie Dickins.

I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.

Now it's time to snuggle up and go to sleep.

Night-night. Sleep tight.