Jiji, the cat tried to persuade Kiki: "Kiki, you must try to escape before its too late! They will cook you!"
"I know, but it might be already too late. My broom was already used as firewood for the pot. And look, they even put up a steplatter, isn't it nice?" "Terribly nice. Get away now, do not climb in!"

Kiki did not listen. It was too late anyway, she already agreed to become food for these people. With shaking legs she climbd the steps towards the edge of the pot. At the top step she paused. Once she was in the pot, there was no way back. She would not get out alive. Carefully she was probing the broth with her toe. It was quite hot, but not much hotter than a japanese bath.

"Shall i ... get in ...now?" she asked unsure.

The cannibal cook shighted. "Listen, little bird girl. We appreciate that you came out here from the big city just to become our dinner. But please do not try our patience. How do you think you will be cooked, if you do not go into the cooking pot? We set it up just for you, the temperature is ideal and pleasent for you, so: Get into the pot NOW! And stay in until you are cooked!"
"Oh, OK, sure." Said Kiki and slowly lifted herself into the pot.
"Tch," said the cook to himself,"these city girls just do not know, how to behave as dinner. You have to explain them everything."

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