"We'll have to learn some new stories," replied the other.
Just then they spied a queer sight. There was a little donkey without any feet traveling along the road. On his back was a load of wood.
"What a queer donkey!" cried the first old woman.
"Let us follow along after him. Perhaps we shall be able to tell a story about him," replied the other.
The two old women followed the donkey into the forest. There was a little thatched-roofed house in the forest and before the house there was a fire burning. A kettle of something which smelled good was boiling merrily over the fire.
The donkey which had no feet stopped beside the fire and left his load of wood. The two old women stopped beside the fire, too.
"What do you suppose is cooking in this kettle?" asked one of the old women.
"It smells so good I'm going to taste and see," said the other.
She started to taste, but as she was about to stick in her finger she heard a strange deep voice which seemed to come out of the little thatched house.
"Do not touch. It is not yours," is what the voice said.