“He poured once more”
He got some bread and cheese out of a cupboard and drew the pitcher full of water, and sat down to his lonely meal.
He started to pour out a glass of water, and as he poured it from the magic pitcher, it turned into fine, rich milk. He poured once more, and this time it was honey that came out of the magic pitcher.
He tried again and out came tea! So it went on. Every time he poured from the magic pitcher, out came something delicious to drink.
The little dwarf grew so happy and healthy that when he went into the woods to chop down trees he could chop six trees while the other little dwarfs could only chop down one.
He never sang any more about wanting a cook, and he seemed so happy that the other little dwarfs were jealous of him, and they said, “We will find out his secret.”
So, one evening when it was late, they all crept to the house where the little dwarf lived, and they all peeped in at the window.
There sat the little dwarf by the table pouring from his magic pitcher. He poured out coffee, and cream, and molasses!
My! the other little dwarfs turned green with envy. They said, “We will have that pitcher.”