The thieves set up their pot.
A poor ogre farmer wandered by.
“What’s that you’re cooking?” asked the honest soul.
“Stone soup!” replied the thieves.
“My favorite!” cried the ogre. “Were you thinking that you’d like to share?”
The thieves were astounded.
“I’ll tell you what,” the ogre offered. “I’ll pitch in myself.”
And from his sack, the ogre brought out a hefty chunk of granite, and tossed it in the pot.