There was Ince a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbours.
Death of the old wizard
He pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot.
A new wizard ?
From miles around people came to him with their troubles and the wizard was pleased to give his pot a stir and put things right.
Revenge of the Hopping Pot
The well-beloved wizard lived to a goodly age, then died, leaving all his chattels to his only son.
Begone! cried the son. What care I for your lost donkey!
And now the tormenting pot filled to the brim with salt water, and slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped, and brayed, and groaned, and sprouted more warts.