Once upon a time there
was a small village. Salma with her sweet little daughter lived in a small
cottage in the village. They were very happy and contented. Salma had a
magic kadahi (pan), which was given to her by a sage who had come to the
village just after Salma was married. This pan was a big support to Salma and
her daughter.
At mealtime
Salma would put the pan on the stove and say: " Pan. O Pan! Please cook.
And quickly too. I am hungry. Cook some porridge." No sooner these words
were said than boiling porridge would appear in the pan and the pan would start
filling up with it. When there was enough porridge for both Salma and her
daughter Salma would say: Pan, O Pan! Please stop. And quickly too. Our
stomachs are full. And thank you too." The moment these words were uttered
the pan would stop cooking and Salma would place it on the table and she and
her daughter would eat their fill. Salma would then say, "Pan, O Pan!
Clean thyself. We are full for now. And thank you too." The pan would then
become sparkling new and Salma would put it away,
Rahimchacha was Salma's neighbor and a very inquisitive man. He often said to himself, " Salma and her daughter seem very well fed and healthy, but I never hear the rattle of pots and pans which is an indication of someone cooking. I also have never seen her washing her pots and pans ever. The question is do they cook? If they do then when do they cook and as I have never seen her buying any foodstuff, what do they cook?"
Rahimchacha was Salma's neighbor and a very inquisitive man. He often said to himself, " Salma and her daughter seem very well fed and healthy, but I never hear the rattle of pots and pans which is an indication of someone cooking. I also have never seen her washing her pots and pans ever. The question is do they cook? If they do then when do they cook and as I have never seen her buying any foodstuff, what do they cook?"
Rahimchacha was
astonished as the pan went to work and it filled up with boiling porridge. He
was afraid of being seen and quietly left at this point and said to himself,
"Ah! Now I know the secret of Salma's affluence and her cooking. I am
going to take away this magic pan when Salma and her daughter go out."
Next day when Salma and her daughter went out to work, Rahimchacha crept into their house and stole the pan. He came back to his house, went into his kitchen, put the pan on the stove and said: "Pan O Pan! Please cook. And quickly, too. I am hungry. Cook some porridge."
Boiling porridge appeared in the pan and the pan started filling up with it. The pan was soon full. Rahimchacha who had only heard the words that began the cooking did know the magic words that would tell the pan to stop cooking. So he said, " All right enough, please stop cooking……"
Next day when Salma and her daughter went out to work, Rahimchacha crept into their house and stole the pan. He came back to his house, went into his kitchen, put the pan on the stove and said: "Pan O Pan! Please cook. And quickly, too. I am hungry. Cook some porridge."
Boiling porridge appeared in the pan and the pan started filling up with it. The pan was soon full. Rahimchacha who had only heard the words that began the cooking did know the magic words that would tell the pan to stop cooking. So he said, " All right enough, please stop cooking……"
The pan did not stop
cooking. The porridge began to overflow and spill out from the pan. The whole
kitchen floor was full of porridge, and then the other rooms filled and the
porridge started flowing out on the streets. Rahimchacha watched helplessly and
then began to run away from the boiling flowing porridge.
The porridge was chasing
Rahimchacha wherever he went. Rahimchacha now alarmed ran helter skelter
shouting for help, " Please! Somebody please help me! Somebody please come
and say something to this pan. The whole village will fill up with it. The
crows will fill the village to eat it. The village and my house will drown in
porridge!"
The porridge continued to overflow and chase Rahimchacha wherever he went.
The porridge continued to overflow and chase Rahimchacha wherever he went.
Meanwhile Salma and her
daughter came home. When she saw the street in front of her house filled with
porridge she knew what had happened. She walked into Rahimchacha's kitchen; Lo
and Behold the porridge made a place for her to walk through. She went up to
the pan and whispered to it, " Pan O Pan! Please stop. And quickly, too.
Our stomachs are full. And thank you too."
The pan
stopped cooking. Rahimchacha said to Salma, "Please forgive me. I had
become greedy. So I stole your pan. Now I do not want this pan or the porridge
it cooks. Please pardon me for my behavior."
Rahimchacha had not heard the words Salma had spoken to the pan.
Even now he has nightmares and wakes up in fright as he sees the porridge
chasing him.