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A stone for soup
In a sunny village square, Flori placed one smooth stone beside an empty pot. 'Can a stone make soup?' everyone wondered. Luna sniffed the stone, then sniffed the vegetable baskets.
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One onion
A neighbor brought one round onion. Plop, it went into the pot. 'It is a small thing,' she said, 'but it will help.'
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Two carrots
A child brought two bright carrots. Chop, chop, went the grown-up knife safely at the cooking table. Luna counted with two happy tail thumps.
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Beans by the handful
A grandparent carried a bowl of beans. Another neighbor added potatoes. Soon every person had found one little thing to share.
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Bubble, bubble
A grown-up stirred the pot while Flori listened from a safe step away. Bubble, bubble, swirled the vegetables and beans. Even the empty baskets seemed pleased.
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The most important part
Flori looked at the stone, then at the full pot. The stone had started a question, but the village had made the soup. Luna gave an approving woof.
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A table for everyone
Bowls traveled down the long table until every place was warm. The clean stone rested on a little saucer, ready to begin another story. Flori, Luna, and the village ate together under the sunset.


