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There was once an old goat who had seven little ones, and was as fond of them as ever mother was of her children. One day she had to go into the wood to fetch food for them, so she called them all round her. "Dear children," said she, "I am going out into the wood; and while I am gone, be on your guard against the wolf, for if he were once to get inside he would eat you up, skin, bones, and all. The wretch often disguises himself, but he may always be known by his hoarse voice and black paws." - "Dear mother," answered the kids, "you need not be afraid, we will take good care of ourselves." And the mother bleated good-bye, and went on her way with an easy And now came the rogue the third time to the door and knocked. "Open, children!" cried he. "Your dear mother has come home, and brought you each something from the wood." - "First show us your paws," said the kids, "so that we may know if you are really our mother or not." And he put up his paws against the window, and when they saw that they were white, all seemed right, and they opened the door. And when he was inside they saw it was the wolf, and they were terrified and tried to hide themselves. One ran under the table, the second got into the bed, the third into the oven, the fourth in the kitchen, the fifth in the cupboard, the sixth under the sink, the seventh in the clock-case. But the wolf found them all, and gave them short shrift; one after the other he swallowed down, all but the youngest, who was hid in the clock-case. And so the wolf, having got what he wanted, strolled forth into the green meadows, and laying himself down under a tree, he fell asleep.
Not long after, the mother goat came back from the wood; and, oh! what a sight met her eyes! the door was standing wide open, table, chairs, and stools, all thrown about, dishes broken, quilt and pillows torn off the bed. She sought her children, they were nowhere to be found. She called to each of them by name, but nobody answered, until she came to the name of the youngest. "Here I am, mother," a little voice cried, "here, in the clock case." And so she helped him out, and heard how the wolf had come, and eaten all the rest. And you may think how she cried for the loss of her dear children.
At last in her grief she wandered out of doors, and the youngest kid with her; and when they came into the meadow, there they saw the wolf lying under a tree, and snoring so that the branches shook. The mother goat looked at him carefully on all sides and she noticed how something inside his body was moving and struggling. Dear me! thought she, can it be that my poor children that he devoured for his evening meal are still alive? And she sent the little kid back to the house for a pair of shears, and needle, and thread. Then she cut the wolf's body open, and no sooner had she made one snip than out came the head of one of the kids, and then another snip, and then one after the other the six little kids all jumped out alive and well, for in his greediness the rogue had swallowed them down whole. How delightful this was! so they comforted their dear mother and hopped about like tailors at a wedding. "Now fetch some good hard stones," said the mother, "and we will fill his body with them, as he lies asleep." And so they fetched some in all haste, and put them inside him, and the mother sewed him up so quickly again that he was none the wiser.
When the wolf at last awoke, and got up, the stones inside him made him feel very thirsty, and as he was going to the brook to drink, they struck and rattled one against another. And so he cried out:
"What is this I feel inside me
Knocking hard against my bones?
How should such a thing betide me!
They were kids, and now they're stones."
So he came to the brook, and stooped to drink, but the heavy stones weighed him down, so he fell over into the water and was drowned. And when the seven little kids saw it they came up running. "The wolf is dead, the wolf is dead!" they cried, and taking hands, they danced with their mother all about the place.mind.
Once upon a time, in a little cottage in the woods,
lived a mother goat and her little goats leading a happy life.
The little goats were very cute.
They all were like toys.
Mother goat, like all mothers, loved her little goats very much.
She protected them from all the wild animals in the forest.
One day, before she left the house to find food in the forest,
she called her little goats next to her and...
My dear children, I am going into the forest.
Do not open the door for anyone.
If the wolf comes into the house, he will eat all of us alive.
He's very shifty.
He will disguise himself into different shapes and try to fool you.
So how will we recognize him?
The wolf has a rough voice and I have a soft and sweet voice.
So you can recognize him from his low and rough voice right away.
Right when she was leaving, the mother goat remembered something else.
She turned to her little goats.
Ah, one more thing.
The wolf's feet are black and mine are white.
You can also recognize him from his feet.
Don't worry, mother.
We can protect ourselves.
He can count on us.
Mother goat kissed her little goats one by one and headed into the woods.
The wolf was watching them from afar.
When he saw mother goat leaving, he waited a while.
And then he came in front of the cottage and knocked on the door.
Who is it?
Little goats, open the door.
Your mother is here.
I brought nice food for you all.
But the little goats recognized the wolf's rough voice right away.
Without opening the door, they yelled out.
You're not our mother.
Her voice is sweet and more beautiful.
You're the wolf.
You can't fool us.
The wolf got very angry because he could not fool the little goats.
So he went to the shop, bought a big piece of chalk and ate it.
Now his voice sounded much softer.
So he went back to the cottage and knocked on the door again.
This time the wolf started to talk with his soft voice.
My little goats, open the door.
It's your mother.
I brought food from the forest for all of you.
Hearing the wolf's soft voice,
the little goats thought that it was really their mother this time.
Just when they were about to open the door, one of them shouted.
Wait, wait.
Let's look at the feet from underneath the door.
Of course, when the little goats looked from underneath the door,
they saw the wolf's black feet.
So they yelled again without opening the door.
We will not open the door for you.
I'm on his feet.
They're not black.
They are white.
You're the wolf.
As furious as he was, the wolf left.
This time he went to the bakery.
When the baker saw the wolf in front of him, he was very surprised.
I'm a vegetarian now, so I will eat pastry from now on.
Could you give me some flour?
The wolf came out of the bakery with a little sack of flour.
When he got near the cottage,
he opened the sack and poured all the flour on his feet.
Now his feet were all white.
The shifty wolf knocked on the door for the third time.
My little goats, open the door.
It's your mother.
I have brought food for all of you from the forest.
First show us your feet so we know it's you, mother.
The wolf showed them his feet with flour.
When the little goats saw the white feet,
they believed that it was their mother and opened the door.
And what did they see?
The wolf was standing right there in front of them.
The little goats did not know what to do.
They started to run around yelling.
Don't waste your time.
I will catch all of you.
One of the little goats went under the desk.
The second one into the bed.
The third one into the chimney.
Fourth kid hid in the kitchen.
The fifth one got into the closet.
The sixth hid behind the curtain.
And the seventh kid went into the giant clock on the wall.
But the shifty wolf was quick
and one by one he caught them all from wherever they were hiding.
Run! Run!
Come here. Don't run.
I will catch you all.
I said stop.
The only one he could not find was the one hiding in the clock.
He was already full so he gave up on looking for them and head out.
There was a big yard a little further from the cottage.
The wolf lay under a tree on the yard and started to sleep.
Snoring.
Short while after the mother goat returned home.
When she saw the door open she knew something bad had happened
and started to scream.
Oh my little goats.
When she entered the house she was shocked.
The tables and chairs were all upside down.
Curtains were torn.
The beds were all messed up.
The pillows and sheets were all on the floor.
Mother goat looked for her little goats but could not find them anywhere.
She started to yell out their names one by one.
But not one answered.
Finally it was time to call the last one's name.
Only then she heard a high pitched voice.
I'm inside the grandpa clock mummy.
Mother goat ran to the grandpa clock and took her kid out of there.
Mother goat and kid hugged.
The little goat started to tell the story crying.
The wolf came and disguised himself as you and opened the door.
The wolf ate all my brothers.
Mother goat was very upset.
She cried for her little goats.
With only one of her kids remaining
she walked out and started to go towards the yard.
After a while they saw the wolf sleeping under a tree.
He snored so bad that the branches of the tree were shaking.
Mother goat observed the wolf for a while.
She realized that inside his tummy some things were moving.
Oh my god!
Can it be that my goats are in his tummy and they're still alive?
She had a plan.
She turned to her kid.
Run home, bring me a needle, thread and the scissors.
When the little kid was running home
mother goat collected six big rocks from the floor.
After a while the little goat came back with a needle, thread and the big scissors.
Mother goat cut open the wolf with the scissors.
She saw one of her little goats right away.
And then the other one started to appear one by one.
They were all healthy.
Mother goat couldn't stay still from the joy she had.
All the little goats hugged their mothers with joy.
Mother, mother, we love you!
They were all full of joy.
Ah, my little goats, you're safe.
Mother goat put the rocks she collected carefully inside the wolf.
Then she stitched his tummy with the needle and thread.
The wolf was sleeping so deep he did not feel anything.
He did not move.
Mother goat and her little goats quickly got away.
When the wolf woke up he stood up.
His tummy hurt really bad.
He thought to himself that it was because he ate too many goats.
Because his tummy was full of rocks he got really thirsty.
He came next to the river to drink some water.
But when he was walking the rocks were hitting each other.
My tummy feels so heavy and full.
It's as if all the goats I ate turned into rocks.
He wanted to kneel down and drink some water.
Due to the rocks being so heavy he lost his balance and slipped into the water.
Help! Help me! I'm drowning! Help!
Yelled out for help but no one helped him.
He could not bear the weight of the rocks anymore and went under into deep waters.
When they saw what happened Mother goat and her little goats ran to the river.
Hand in hand they all started to dance and jump around.
From that day on Mother goat and her seven little goats had a peaceful and happy life in their cottage in the forest.
