The Goblin Pot

Once a goblin peering through the window of a house, saw how the old woman inside would put food into a pot; potatoes, carrots, turnips; all kinds of vegetables.
And so the goblin, because he was a greedy little chap, had an idea.
"If I turn myself into a pot then that old woman will fill my mouth with food the way she fills the mouth of that pot", he thought.
And one day, sneeking into the womans house, he threw her pot out of the window and he turned himself into a cooking pot that looked just the same.
Then, exactly as he had hoped the old woman started to fill his mouth with food.
First she put carrots in the pot and when she did the goblin ate them up with a crunch, crunch, crunch.

Then she put potatoes in the pot and when she did the goblin ate them up too with a munch, munch, munch.
Then she did the same thing with onions and turnips and mushrooms and green beans and every time the goblin ate up what the old woman had put inside.
But then the old woman lit the fire underneath the pot.
And at first the Goblin didn't feel the heat of the flames; he just smelled a burning smell and wondered what was cooking.
"Whatever it is", he said sniffing, "It smells good".
But then the flames burned right through the seat of his pants and when they did, he got such a shock that he leapt up straight in the air, bumping his head upon the kitchen ceiling as he turned back from a pot into his goblin form.
"Help!", he shouted, looking down and seeing his backside on fire.
Then, as if that wasn't bad enough, the old woman, angry at the goblin for gobbling up all her food, picked up her big soup ladel and chased him round her house and out of the door with it.
Thankfully, though, there was a well in the old womans garden and, leaping down the well with a loud splash, the goblin put out his burning bottom and escaped a thumping with a ladel.
But he learned his lesson after that and never went near the old woman or her kitchen ever again.