on the door, she said in a much thinner voice than before, "Dear little ones, my own dear children, open the door. I am bringing you milk."
Again the kids listened and replied. "We shall not open. This is not our mother's voice. Hers is much thinner yet."
The fox went away a short distance and then called again, in the thinnest possible voice, "Dear little children, open the door. I bring you milk."
This time as the kids listened, they could not tell the difference and thought that it might be their mother's voice. One of them said. "It is our mother's voice," the other, "No it is not". Then the third said, "We shall open," the fourth, "We shall not open".
And so when they could not agree what to do, they at last began to fight with each other. They struggled so vigorously, that they pushed open the door.
Then the fox sprang in and devoured them all.
