| Quote #10
Once upon a time there was a poor but pious girl who lived alone with her mother. When they had nothing left to eat, the girl went out into the forest, where she met an old woman who already knew about her troubles and gave her a small pot. She instructed the girl to say to it, "Little pot, cook," for it would then make a good, sweet millet porridge. (The Sweet Porridge)
Grinding poverty: the breakfast of champions.