The Meal Of Stones

 

Once a soldier came back from heavy war
And needed some shelter and a bit of food
He saw a house and knocked on the door
Where the hostess was in stingy mood.

She had no choice and let him in
She was afraid of neighbours' talking
All people say it is a sin
To leave a soldier in the darkness walking.

But as he asked for some dinner
She couldn't overcome her sparing;
She said her shelf could not be cleaner
And its condition is dispairing.

He said he'll teach her a receipt
To make a dish of stones.
He made his mind without deceipt
She'll eat her meal alone.

So he took a pot
And asked her for some oil,
While the oil got hot,
He put the stones to boil.

He cut  an onion into dices
And left them fry to gold.
He cut some meat and added spices,
He managed with her scold,

He even got tomato sauce
And put it in the meal of stones
The hostess poked her curious nose
And said to her this meal was known.

She said she cooked it on her own,
And explained in haste
She never put in it a stone
It makes no better taste.


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