Over the Porridge - Stories for Kids
Over the Porridge - Stories for Kids
THEY sat down to eat their porridge. The naughty little girl turned her back upon her sister, and put a large spoonful into her mouth.
“Oh oh oh! “ she cried, “I have burnt my tongue. “
“Eat it slowly, “ said the good little sister. She took up her porridge carefully, and after blowing it very gently, and waiting for a minute or two while it cooled, ate it, and found it very nice.
“I shall not eat mine until it is quite cold, “ said Totsey, getting cross.
“Then it will be nasty, “ said the good little sister, still going on with her own porridge.
“Oh, dear, “ said Totsey, “if I eat it too hot it burns me, and if I eat it too cold it‘s nasty. What shall I do?
“Take it as I do mine, “ said the good little sister. “It is the right way. “
“There are two wrong ways and only one right way; it isn‘t fair, “ sighed the naughty little girl. “And, oh! my porridge is so nasty. “ Then she asked, “Did you ever eat your porridge too hot and burn your tongue? “
“No, “ answered the good little sister; “I never ate my porridge too hot and burnt my tongue. “
“Did you ever eat your porridge when it was quite cold and very nasty? “
“No, “ answered the good little sister again; “I never ate my porridge when it was quite cold and very nasty. “
“Well, I have, “ said Totsey ; “ and so I know about two things that you do not know about. “ And the naughty little sister got up and walked away, and the good little sister sat still and thought about many things.
