Then he came back, knocked at the door of the house, and cried, “Open the door, dear Children! Your mother is here and has brought something back with her for each of you.”īut 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. Then the Wolf went away to a shopkeeper, and bought a great lump of chalk, ate this and made his voice soft with it. She has a soft, pleasant voice, but your voice is rough. “We will not open the door,” cried they “you are not 20 our mother. It was not long before some one knocked at the house-door, and cried, “Open the door, dear Children! Your mother is here, and has brought something back with her for each of you.”īut the little Kids knew that it was the Wolf, by his rough voice. Then the old one bleated, and went on her way with an easy mind. The Kids said, “Dear Mother, we will take good care of ourselves. The wretch often disguises himself but you will know him at once by his rough voice and his black feet.”
If he come in, he will devour you all-skin, hair, and all. So she called all seven to her and said, “Dear Children, I have to go into the forest. One day, she wanted to go into the forest and fetch some food.
There was once on 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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