"Because my children asked me to have some rice, and I did not want any, so I shook my head," said Sachúlí. "Oh," said the sepoy, "he is an utter idiot." And the sepoy went home, and Sachúlí went back to his mother. "Why have you come back?" said she. "I have been dead twelve years," said Sachúlí. "What lies you tell!" said she. "You have only been away a few days. Be off! I don't want any liars here."
Sachúlí asked her to give him two flourcakes, which she did, and he went off to the jungle, and it was night. Five fairies lived in this jungle, and as Sachúlí went along, he broke his flourcakes into five pieces, and said, "Now I'll eat one, then the second, then the third, then the fourth, and then the fifth." And the fairies heard him and were afraid, and said to each other, "What shall we do? Here is this man, and he is going to eat us all up. What shall we do to save ourselves? We will give him something." So they went out all five and said to Sachúlí, "If only you won't eat us, we will give you a present." Now Sachúlí did not know there were fairies in this jungle. "What will you give me?" said Sachúlí. "We will give you a cooking-pot. When you want anything to eat, all you have to do is to ask the pot for it, and you will get it. Sachúlí took the pot and went off to the bazar. He stopped at a cook-shop and asked for some pilau. "Pilau? There's no pilau here," said the shopman. "Well," said Sachúlí, "I have a cooking-pot here, and I have only to ask it for any dish I want, and I get it at once." "What nonsense!" said the man. "Just see," said Sachúlí; and he said to the cooking-pot, "I want some pilau," and immediately the pot was full of pilau, and all the people in the shop set to work to help him to eat it up, it was so good. "Oh, "thought the cook, "I must have that pot," so he gave Sachúlí a sleepy drink. Then Sachúlí went to sleep, and while he slept the cook stole the fairy cooking-pot, and put a common cooking-pot in its place. Sachúlí went home
