7th Oct 2024
Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a girl named Mia. She was cheerful and loved to play, jumping in puddles every day. One sunny morning, she found a pot near a tree that sparkled and shined bright. It seemed very special, so Mia felt it might be right.
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Mia said the magic words, 'Porridge, please!' The pot bubbled and cooked with such ease. Soon, a warm, creamy porridge filled her home, making her giggle, she felt like she'd grown! She shared with friends who jumped with gleeful delight, filling bellies and hearts, oh what a sight!
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Word spread, and neighbors came, hungry for porridge, savoring the fame. Mia said the words, and the pot worked great, pouring out porridge, serving on every plate! The village was happy, all filled with cheer, as they ate porridge, their favorite dish dear.
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But one fine day, oh what a surprise! The pot kept cooking, much to their cries! It bubbled and steamed, it wouldn't stop, pouring rich porridge from the very top! Mia shouted louder, 'Please, pot, just wait!' But it wouldn't listen, it just filled with fate!
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The streets were now flooded with porridge so wide, the villagers worried, they could not hide. They paddled in porridge, they waded around, it seemed like a dream, but they wish it unbound! If Mia did not act, no end they would find, the village would drown, oh how unkind!
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Mia thought for a moment, then spoke with a sigh, 'Pot, I command you, please stop on the fly!' With magical words, her voice rang out clear, the pot finally paused, stopping the sheer. The villagers cheered, joining in her refrain, they were safe from the porridge that caused them such pain.
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They learned a lesson, both simple and true, that magic is lovely, but moderation is due. They thanked little Mia for her brave heart, for knowing when to stop and play their part. Together they laughed and enjoyed their feast, celebrating their friendship, a wonderful treat!
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Now Mia kept the pot, but wisely would say, 'Porridge for breakfast, each special day.' When the pot would bubble, everyone knew, that too much of a good thing could cause a big stew. They filled their plates and savored each bite, always remembering to share with delight.
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And so in the village, where laughter was plenty, magic and moderation went hand in hand gently. They danced and they played, they always would share, a pot of warm porridge, kept with love and care. They learned from the pot and the joy it could bring, that sharing was magic, the happiest thing!
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Mia and her pot showed how kindness can grow, a magical story that would always flow. In the heart of the village, their laughter rang true, with porridge and friendship—a wonderful view!
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