The Troll and the Traveler

Yesgra sat in his cave, with his black kettle chanting the words in his slurred tongue. "Magic Kettle from the night, seared to black from goblins spite, hear my hunger rolling deep, give me something good to eat." and even though there had been nothing in the kettle and no fire under the pot, it began to bubble at the lid filling the cave with the aroma of succulent lamb, sweet potatoes and sizzling fat.
and the traveler did feel his hunger grow, so much so that he decided to risk the ire of the troll and see if he could not trick it into giving him this wondrous kettle.