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There was once upon a time
an old goat who had seven little kids, and loved them with all the love of a
mother for her children. One day she wanted to go into the forest and fetch
some food. So she called all seven to her and said, dear children, I have to go
into the forest, be on your guard against the wolf, if he comes in, he will
devour you all - skin, hair, and everything.
The wretch often disguises himself, but you will know him at once by his
rough voice and his black feet. The kids
said, dear mother, we will take good care of ourselves, you may go away without
any anxiety. Then the old one bleated,
and went on her way with an easy mind.
It was not long before some
one knocked at the house-door and called, open the door, dear children, your
mother is here, and has brought something back with her for each of you. But the little kids knew that it was the
wolf, by the rough voice. We will not
open the door, cried they, you are not our mother. She has a soft, pleasant voice, but your
voice is rough, you are the wolf. Then
the wolf went away to a shopkeeper and bought himself a great lump of chalk,
ate this and made his voice soft with it.
Then he came back, knocked
at the door of the house, and called, open the door, dear children, your mother
is here and has brought something back with her for each of you. But the wolf
had laid his black paws against the window, and the children saw them and
cried, we will not open the door, our mother has not black feet like you, you
are the wolf. Then the wolf ran to a
baker and said, I have hurt my feet, rub some dough over them for me. And when the baker had rubbed his feet over,
he ran to the miller and said, strew some white meal over my feet for me. The miller thought to himself, the wolf wants
to deceive someone, and refused, but the wolf said, if you will not do it, I
will devour you.
Then the miller was afraid,
and made his paws white for him. Truly, this the way of mankind.
So now the wretch went for
the third time to the house-door, knocked at it and said, open the door for me,
children, your dear little mother has come home, and has brought every one of
you something back from the forest with her.
The little kids cried, first show us your paws that we may know if you
are our dear little mother. Then he put
his paws in through the window, and when the kids saw that they were white,
they believed that all he said was true, and opened the door.
But who should come in but
the wolf they were terrified and wanted to hide themselves. One sprang under the table, the second into
the bed, the third into the stove, the fourth into the kitchen, the fifth into
the cupboard, the sixth under the washing-bowl, and the seventh into the
clock-case. But the wolf found them all,
and used no great ceremony, one after the other he swallowed them down his throat. The youngest, who was in the clock-case, was
the only one he did not find. When the wolf had satisfied his appetite he took
himself off, laid himself down under a tree in the green meadow outside, and
began to sleep. Soon afterwards the old
goat came home again from the forest.
Ah. What a sight she saw
there. The house-door stood wide
open. The table, chairs, and benches
were thrown down, the washing-bowl lay broken to pieces, and the quilts and
pillows were pulled off the bed. She
sought her children, but they were nowhere to be found. She called them one after another by name,
but no one answered. At last, when she
caame to the youngest, a soft voice cried, dear mother, I am in the
clock-case. She took the kid out, and it
told her that the wolf had come and had eaten all the others.
Then you may imagine how she
wept over her poor children. At length in her grief she went out, and the
youngest kid ran with her. When they
came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree and snored so loud that the
branches shook. She looked at him on
every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his gorged
belly. Ah, heavens, she said, is it
possible that my poor children whom he has swallowed down for his supper, can
be still alive.
Then the kid had to run home
and fetch scissors, and a needle and thread and the goat cut open the monster's
stomach, and hardly had she make one cut, than one little kid thrust its head
out, and when she cut farther, all six sprang out one after another, and were
all still alive, and had suffered no injury whatever, for in his greediness the
monster had swallowed them down whole.
What rejoicing there was. They
embraced their dear mother, and jumped like a sailor at his wedding. The mother, however, said, now go and look
for some big stones, and we will fill the wicked beast's stomach with them
while he is still asleep. Then the seven
kids dragged the stones thither with all speed, and put as many of them into
his stomach as they could get in, and the mother sewed him up again in the
greatest haste, so that he was not aware of anything and never once stirred.
When the wolf at length had
had his fill of sleep, he got on his legs, and as the stones in his stomach
made him very thirsty, he wanted to go to a well to drink. But when he began to walk and move about, the
stones in his stomach knocked against each other and rattled. Then cried he, what rumbles and tumbles against my poor
bones. I thought 'twas six kids, but it feels like big stones. And when he got
to the well and stooped over the water to drink, the heavy stones made him fall
in, and he had to drown miserably. When
the seven kids saw that, they came running to the spot and cried aloud, the
wolf is dead. The wolf is dead, and
danced for joy round about the well with their mother.
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