“The soup will BURN without the mingling stick!” moans Kasini.

She sings for the stick,
but there is no change.

“I am sorry,” she says. The stick turns back to brown just in time and Kasini hugs it in joy.

“Now I can serve mummy the food I made,” Kasini says excitedly. “The food we made,” she giggles, as she tucks the stick away.