The Wolf and the Seven Kids
HERE was once an old Nanny-goat who had seven Kids, and she was just as fond of them as a mother of her children. One day she was going into the woods to fetch some food for them, so she called them all up to her, and said—
‘My dear children, I am going out into the woods. Beware of the Wolf! If once he gets into the house, he will eat you up, skin, and hair, and all. The rascal often disguises himself, but you will know him by his rough voice and his black feet.’
The Kids said, ‘Oh, we will be very careful, dear mother. You may be quite happy about us.’
Bleating tenderly, the old Goat went off to her work. Before long, some one knocked at the door, and cried—
‘Open the door, dear children’ Your mother has come back and brought something for each of you.’
But the Kids knew quite well by the voice that it was the Wolf.
‘We won’t open the door,’ they cried. ‘You are not our mother. She has a soft gentle voice; but yours is rough, and we are quite sure that you are the Wolf.’
So he went away to a shop and bought a lump of chalk, which he ate, and it made his voice quite soft. He went back, knocked at the door again, and cried—
‘Open the door, dear children. Your mother has come back and brought something for each of you.’
But the Wolf had put one of his paws on the window sill, where the Kids saw it, and cried—
‘We won’t open the door. Our mother has not got a black foot as you have; you are the Wolf.’
