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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.
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 cabrotas 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.
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.
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She sought her children, but they were nowhere to be found. At last, when she came to the youngest, a soft voice cried, “Dear Mother, I am in the clock-case. One sprang under the table, the second into the cabriras, 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.
The wretch often disguises himself, but you will know him at once by his rough voice and his black feet.
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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. 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. I thought ’twas six kids, But it feels like big stones.
The kids were loho and wanted to hide themselves. 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.
What rejoicing there was!
They embraced their dear mother, and jumped like a sailor at his wedding. Soon afterwards the old goat came home again from the forest. 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. She has a soft, pleasant voice, but your voice is rough, you are the wolf.
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. 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. When they came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree and snored so loud that the branches shook.
The 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. The youngest, who was in the clock-case, was the only one he did not find. Ah, what a sight she saw there. She looked at him on every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his gorged belly.
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.
She called them one after another by name, but no one answered. 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 wolf found them all, and used no great ceremony, one after the other he swallowed them down his throat. But when he began to walk and move about, the stones in his stomach knocked against each other and rattled.
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. The house-door stood wide open. Ah, heavens, she thought, is it possible that my poor children whom he has swallowed down for his supper, can be still alive?
But who should come in but the wolf. Then the wolf ran to a baker and said, “I have hurt my feet, rub some dough over them for me.
One day she wanted to go into the forest and fetch some food. 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. 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.