Not exactly the story I’ve heard so many times
This is a classic tale, typically not about a traveler, but a gullible village who learned the value of helping each other...something they should have done in the first place out of their own abundance, but fun to hear them “tricked” into contributing to the pot anyway. When we come together, we’re stronger. Better.
Locally, there is a Stone Soup festival, which I, at one time, typically created many signs, posters and banners for. It was a gathering of storytellers and musical acts. And, of course, featured plenty of good food and drink! One of the many things which used to feature in my life; sadly do so no longer. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I do miss the work. The daily activity. The sense of helping and belonging. 😨😰😥