Stone Soup: A Folk Tale to Find the Meaning and a Soup Recipe

Summary

I am a poor, wandering hobo with nothing in my pockets. I see a smooth round stone by the river bank and pick it up. It’s a cold, windy day. There’s a house. I hope that they can spare some food for a hungry hobo. Brrr! It’s cold. I will politely tap on the front door. A family comes outside. The father says, “I’m sorry. We have no food for strangers.”

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