"I am a FRIENDLY VULTURE, my dears! My friends and I have been watching the progress of this little lost dinosaur--and we were disap--uh--happy--to see that she has met and been befriended by the famous Constable Crab. My friends have appointed ME to invite you--BOTH of you, of course--to a little late afternoon PARTY!"
"A PARTY?" said Dinah.
"Yes, dear little one--a party."
"Just a minute", said Constable Crab, "just WHAT kind of party is it?"
"What kind of party would you like?" asked the vulture.
"A PIZZA PARTY!" cried Dinah.
"Strange," said the vulture, "That is just the kind of party it is!"
"Do you have any idea how long you were on the warpath?" Constable Crab asked Dinah,"That would give us some idea of how far your home is?"
"We decided to play "cowboys and indians" when I came out to play after my afternoon nap--I wanted to be an indian and I took the warpath, of course, and it seems that I was on THAT path a VERY long time!"
"War paths DO seem to go on forever," said Constable Crab, "but since it is just now evening, I don't think you COULD be so VERY far from home! Were you walking fast?"
"Not VERY fast", said Dinah, "because being all by myself on the warpath was kind of scary!"
"I am happy to help you! Don't be sad--I am Constable Crab and helping others is not only my work but also my play!"
"My name is Dinah." said the very young dinosaur with a sniff. "I was playing cowboys and indians with my friends--and I took the war path--and (sniff!) I guess I took it too far--and and now I don't know how to get back home!"
"I see your war paint." said the friendly constable, "Now lets solve the problem of where you live!"
All the neighbors scurried home to get the things they wanted to put into the stone soup--and they returned just as quickly as they could.
Then each put the thing they had brought into the boiling pot and before long the Stone Soup was ready to serve and eat!
"May this village always have GOOD LUCK and GOOD SOUP!" exclaimed the young soldier as he ladled a big bowlful of soup into the waiting bowl of the oldest resident.
"And may YOU live long and well-- to give this wonderful recipe to many more hungry people!" the farmer said to the young soldier.
Soon everyone had soup (and freshly baked rolls) and before long all had eaten their fill (including the young soldier, of course) but the Stone Soup Party as it was always remembered in the days to come had only just begun!
Old George HAD brought his fiddle and rosined up his bow and so the villagers danced, sang and had a wonderful time.
When it was time for the young soldier to continue on his journey, he thanked them all and gave the farmer the soup stone--so they could always have more Stone Soup whenever they were hungry.
These villagers of long ago never forgot the recipe and if you travel to that village even today, they may invite you to join them in some delicious, tasty Stone Soup.
"This is my good wife, Mary." said the householder to the young soldier.
"She does most of the cooking around here and she would also like to know about your Stone Soup."
"I will not only freely give you my own recipe for Stone Soup," said the young soldier, "but if you have but a large pot of fresh water and a good fire to heat it on--I will provide not only you but all your neighbors with some delicious Stone Soup-- if you would care to invite them over--and I am sure you will NEVER have eaten a better or tastier soup!"