The Magic Pot
True Fiction
Once upon a time, there was a small village in the middle of the forest where only ten people lived, each one in their own house. They were all very poor. That’s why, when it was cold, everyone took refuge in the woodcutter’s house, which was the warmest of all. Some shared their blankets. Others, the little food they had. And the one who had nothing brought company, joy and affection to others.
Time passed and in the small village everything remained the same, except for one small detail: in the village, they hardly had anything to eat. There were no more chickens left to lay eggs, or cows to give milk. In the river hardly any fish were caught and the fruits of the forest were scarce.
One day a stranger came to the village pulling a donkey loaded with luggage. The stranger asked the neighbors of the village to let him spend the night. Seeing him so burdened and tired, none of them hesitated, and they admitted it to each other.
Since it was one of those cold days, they all went to the woodcutter’s house and shared what little they had with the stranger. Despite the simplicity of the dinner and how curious it was for the stranger that night in the community, he had a good time, thanks to the good conversation, the affection and the interest that everyone had shown.
