The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids

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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. 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. 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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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. 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. 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.\n\nSo 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.\n\nAt 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.\n\nWhen 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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    "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. 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. 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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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. 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. 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.\n\nSo 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.\n\nAt 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.\n\nWhen 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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    "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. 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.",
    "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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    "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.",
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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. 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.",
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    "But the wolf found them all. He did not wait for a greeting. One after the other, he swallowed them down his throat. The youngest kid hid in the clock case. The wolf did not see him. When the wolf was full, he left the house. He lay down under a tree in the green meadow and went to sleep. Soon, the old goat came home from the forest. Oh, what a sad sight she saw! The door stood wide open. The table and chairs were all over the floor. The bowl was broken, and the blankets were pulled off the bed. She looked for her children, but they were gone. She called their names, but no one answered.",
    "At last, when she reached the youngest child, a soft voice cried out, \"Dear mother, I am hiding in the clock case.\" She took the little kid out, and it told her that the wolf had come and eaten all the others. Then you can imagine how she cried over her poor children.",
    "At last, the sad mother goat went outside. The littlest kid ran with her. When they reached the green meadow, they saw the big, bad wolf sleeping under a tree. He snored so loudly that the branches shook. The mother looked at him closely. She saw something moving and struggling inside his big, round belly. \"Oh my goodness,\" she said. \"Is it possible that my poor children are still alive inside him?\"\n\nThe little kid had to run home quickly. She brought back big scissors, a needle, and some thread. The mother goat used the scissors to cut open the monster's tummy. As soon as she made one cut, one little kid stuck its head out. Then she cut a little more, and all six kids jumped out one after another. They were all safe and sound. They had not been hurt at all because the greedy wolf had swallowed them down whole.",
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    "When the wolf had had enough sleep, he stood up. The stones in his tummy made him very thirsty, so he wanted to go to the well for a drink. But when he walked, the stones knocked against each other and made a loud noise. He cried out, \"What is bumping and rattling against my poor bones? I thought it was six little kids, but it feels like heavy stones.\" When he got to the well and leaned over to drink, the heavy stones made him fall in. He sank down and had to drown in the water. When the seven little kids saw this, they ran to the spot and cried, \"The wolf is dead! The wolf is dead!\" They danced for joy around the well with their mother."
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She has a soft, kind voice, but yours is rough. You are the wolf!\" So the wolf went to a shop and bought a big piece of chalk. He ate it to make his voice soft. Then he came back, knocked on the door, and called, \"Open the door, dear children. Your mother is here, and she brought a sweet treat for each of you.\n\nBut the wolf had pressed his black paws against the window. The children saw them and cried, \"We will not open the door! Our mother does not have 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, 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 trick someone,\" so he refused. But the wolf said, \"If you will not do it, I will eat you!\" Then the miller was afraid, and he made the wolf's paws white for him. Truly, this is the way of the world.\n\nSo the bad wolf went for the third time to the house. He knocked on the door and said, \"Open the door, little ones. Your dear mommy is home. She brought a special gift for each of you from the forest.\" The little kids cried, \"First, show us your paws so we know it is really our mommy.\" The wolf put his paws through the window. The kids saw they were white and soft, so they thought he was telling the truth. They opened the door. But who came in? It was the wolf! The little ones were so scared. They wanted to hide right away. One hid under the table, one jumped into a bed, one climbed into the stove, one hid in the kitchen, one squeezed into the cupboard, one hid under the big bowl, and the last one climbed inside the clock.\n\nBut the wolf found them all. He did not wait for a greeting. One after the other, he swallowed them down his throat. The youngest kid hid in the clock case. The wolf did not see him. When the wolf was full, he left the house. He lay down under a tree in the green meadow and went to sleep. Soon, the old goat came home from the forest. Oh, what a sad sight she saw! The door stood wide open. The table and chairs were all over the floor. The bowl was broken, and the blankets were pulled off the bed. She looked for her children, but they were gone. She called their names, but no one answered.\n\nAt last, when she reached the youngest child, a soft voice cried out, \"Dear mother, I am hiding in the clock case.\" She took the little kid out, and it told her that the wolf had come and eaten all the others. Then you can imagine how she cried over her poor children.\n\nAt last, the sad mother goat went outside. The littlest kid ran with her. When they reached the green meadow, they saw the big, bad wolf sleeping under a tree. He snored so loudly that the branches shook. The mother looked at him closely. She saw something moving and struggling inside his big, round belly. \"Oh my goodness,\" she said. \"Is it possible that my poor children are still alive inside him?\"\n\nThe little kid had to run home quickly. She brought back big scissors, a needle, and some thread. The mother goat used the scissors to cut open the monster's tummy. As soon as she made one cut, one little kid stuck its head out. Then she cut a little more, and all six kids jumped out one after another. They were all safe and sound. They had not been hurt at all because the greedy wolf had swallowed them down whole.\n\nWhat happy cheering there was. They hugged their dear mother tight, and jumped around like kids at a big party. The mother said, \"Now go and find some big stones. We will fill the bad wolf's tummy with them while he is sleeping.\" The seven little kids ran fast to get the stones. They put so many stones inside the wolf that he looked very round. Then the mother sewed him up again very quickly. The wolf did not wake up, and he did not move a single bit.\n\nWhen the wolf had had enough sleep, he stood up. The stones in his tummy made him very thirsty, so he wanted to go to the well for a drink. But when he walked, the stones knocked against each other and made a loud noise. He cried out, \"What is bumping and rattling against my poor bones? I thought it was six little kids, but it feels like heavy stones.\" When he got to the well and leaned over to drink, the heavy stones made him fall in. He sank down and had to drown in the water. When the seven little kids saw this, they ran to the spot and cried, \"The wolf is dead! The wolf is dead!\" They danced for joy around the well with their mother.",
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    "Once upon a time, there was a kind old goat who had seven little kids. She loved them very much, just like a mother loves her children. One day, she had to go into the forest to get some food. She called all seven kids to her side and said, \"My dear children, I must go away for a little while. Be very careful. If the wolf comes here, he will eat you all up! He is a bad wolf. He often wears a disguise to trick you, but you will know him right away because his voice is rough and his feet are black.\" The little kids said, \"Don't worry, dear mother. We will be safe. You can go now.\" Then the old goat said goodbye and went on her way, feeling happy and safe.",
    "Soon, someone knocked on the house door and called out, \"Open the door, dear children. Your mother is here, and she brought a sweet treat for each of you.\" But the little kids knew it was the wolf because his voice sounded so rough. \"We will not open the door,\" they cried. \"You are not our mother. She has a soft, kind voice, but yours is rough. You are the wolf!\" So the wolf went to a shop and bought a big piece of chalk. He ate it to make his voice soft. Then he came back, knocked on the door, and called, \"Open the door, dear children. Your mother is here, and she brought a sweet treat for each of you.",
    "But the wolf had pressed his black paws against the window. The children saw them and cried, \"We will not open the door! Our mother does not have 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, 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 trick someone,\" so he refused. But the wolf said, \"If you will not do it, I will eat you!\" Then the miller was afraid, and he made the wolf's paws white for him. Truly, this is the way of the world.",
    "So the bad wolf went for the third time to the house. He knocked on the door and said, \"Open the door, little ones. Your dear mommy is home. She brought a special gift for each of you from the forest.\" The little kids cried, \"First, show us your paws so we know it is really our mommy.\" The wolf put his paws through the window. The kids saw they were white and soft, so they thought he was telling the truth. They opened the door. But who came in? It was the wolf! The little ones were so scared. They wanted to hide right away. One hid under the table, one jumped into a bed, one climbed into the stove, one hid in the kitchen, one squeezed into the cupboard, one hid under the big bowl, and the last one climbed inside the clock.",
    "But the wolf found them all. He did not wait for a greeting. One after the other, he swallowed them down his throat. The youngest kid hid in the clock case. The wolf did not see him. When the wolf was full, he left the house. He lay down under a tree in the green meadow and went to sleep. Soon, the old goat came home from the forest. Oh, what a sad sight she saw! The door stood wide open. The table and chairs were all over the floor. The bowl was broken, and the blankets were pulled off the bed. She looked for her children, but they were gone. She called their names, but no one answered.",
    "At last, when she reached the youngest child, a soft voice cried out, \"Dear mother, I am hiding in the clock case.\" She took the little kid out, and it told her that the wolf had come and eaten all the others. Then you can imagine how she cried over her poor children.",
    "At last, the sad mother goat went outside. The littlest kid ran with her. When they reached the green meadow, they saw the big, bad wolf sleeping under a tree. He snored so loudly that the branches shook. The mother looked at him closely. She saw something moving and struggling inside his big, round belly. \"Oh my goodness,\" she said. \"Is it possible that my poor children are still alive inside him?\" The little kid had to run home quickly. She brought back big scissors, a needle, and some thread. The mother goat used the scissors to cut open the monster's tummy. As soon as she made one cut, one little kid stuck its head out. Then she cut a little more, and all six kids jumped out one after another. They were all safe and sound.",
    "They had not been hurt at all because the greedy wolf had swallowed them down whole.",
    "What happy cheering there was. They hugged their dear mother tight, and jumped around like kids at a big party. The mother said, \"Now go and find some big stones. We will fill the bad wolf's tummy with them while he is sleeping.\" The seven little kids ran fast to get the stones. They put so many stones inside the wolf that he looked very round. Then the mother sewed him up again very quickly. The wolf did not wake up, and he did not move a single bit.",
    "When the wolf had had enough sleep, he stood up. The stones in his tummy made him very thirsty, so he wanted to go to the well for a drink. But when he walked, the stones knocked against each other and made a loud noise. He cried out, \"What is bumping and rattling against my poor bones? I thought it was six little kids, but it feels like heavy stones.\" When he got to the well and leaned over to drink, the heavy stones made him fall in. He sank down and had to drown in the water. When the seven little kids saw this, they ran to the spot and cried, \"The wolf is dead! The wolf is dead!\" They danced for joy around the well with their mother."
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