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. "Ah, heavens," said she, "is it possible that my poor children whom he has swallowed down for his supper, can be still alive?" Can you guess what happened next? The wolf is dead!" 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. One day she had to go into the wood to fetch food for them, so she called them all round her. Ah!

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. It wasn’t good.

Then the miller was afraid, and made his paws white for him. The Wolf & the Seven Little Goats O nce upon a time there were some baby goats who disobeyed their mum and opened the door to the wicked wolf. 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. The miller thought to himself, "The wolf wants to deceive someone," and refused; but the wolf said, "If thou wilt not do it, I will devour thee." But who should come in but the wolf! The kids said, "Dear mother, we will take good care of ourselves; you may go away without any anxiety." NARRATOR: The mother goat helped the little goat out. And if he woke to an empty belly he would know what had happened, so mother goat came up with a plan. ‘Dear children,’ she said. She loved them a lot. I will be gone for a while. She had seven little goats. 4. I thought 't was six kids, But it's naught but big stones.". They embraced their dear mother, and jumped like a sailor at his wedding. Once there was an old goat. Then why not find out? 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 come in, he will devour you all—-skin, hair, and all. Read the next fairy tale; The Wonderful Musician. Soon afterwards the old goat came home again from the forest. She had seven little billy goats, and she loved them all dearly. In the story with seven little goats, we can find similarities with both classic fairy tales. At last, when she came to the youngest, a soft voice cried, "Dear mother, I am in the clock-case."