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Once upon a time, long long ago in China, there was a boy named Ping. Ping loved flowers and anything he planted would bloom. The Emperor of the land loved flowers too. The time came when the Emperor had to choose an heir and this was a difficult choice. The Emperor gave a flower seed to each child and “said “Whoever can show me their best in a year's time," he proclaimed, "shall succeed me to the throne!" Ping plants his seed and takes care of it every day. Month after month passes, and nothing grows and when the time comes, Ping must go to the Emperor with nothing but an empty pot. Story adapted from original ‘The Empty Pot’ by Demi Ages 3 to 7 To discover more about please visit wenurturecollective.com/stories-for-children Follow along on Instagram @we_nurture
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