Kettle Is Calling The Pot Black Novels & Stories

Move toward the pot and see what they do next. I stared meticulously at them and started walking toward their large pot. They stirred clearly as I made it to the pot, ensuring my senses were alert. They walked toward me as I got to the pot and pointed at it. They smiled and nodded. I looked inside the pot and almost threw up. Whatever broth in the pot was so grody, and its smell could make me miscarry. However, I did not let my disgust show on my face. I stopped my breathing and took the large spoon there to stir it. "We have been looking for someone to help us cook," the smallest said.