Nail Soup

When a traveller in the forest knocks at a lonely cottage, hoping to scrounge a bed
for the night, a scowling woman appears and says he can sleep on the floor, but
declares that she hasn’t a morsel of food in the place. In that case, says the traveller,
I’ll have to share what I’ve got with you. And, taking an old, rusty, four-inch nail from
his pocket, he starts to make … Nail Soup.