Welcome to this enchanting retelling of a classic fairytale, “The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats”! Join us on an adventure filled with clever kids, a tricky wolf, and a brave mother goat who outsmarts danger to protect her family. Perfect for all ages, this timeless story reminds us of the importance of courage, quick thinking, and love.
Now, sit back, relax, and enjoy the tale!
The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats
Once upon a time, there was a mother goat, and she had seven little kids. She loved them all very much and worked hard to keep them happy and healthy.
Not so very far away, there was a Big Bad Wolf. He worked very hard to keep only himself happy and healthy. He didn’t much care about anyone else.
One day, the mother goat needed to go to the market to get some delicious dinner for her kids. As she left the house, she told her little baby kids to lock the door behind her and not to open it for anyone.
“Don’t open the door for anyone, especially the big bad wolf! He might try to trick you, but remember—his voice is rough and gruff and grumpy sounding, and his paws are grey. If you remember those things, he won’t be able to trick you.”
She kissed them all goodbye, and off she went to the market.
Before long, the wolf came along—just as the mother goat had predicted. He knocked on the door and said, “Little goats, it’s me—your mother. Do let me in! I’ve bought treats for you from the market!”
The little goats listened carefully and heard the rough, gruff, grumpy sound of the wolf’s voice.
“Go away!” they shouted. “We know you’re the wolf! Your voice is rough and gruff and grumpy, and our mother’s voice is lovely and nice. You can’t fool us!”
Quite annoyed, the wolf stomped off, back into the woods he came from. A bee buzzed around his head, and he had an idea.
He found the bee’s nest and carefully took a little bit of honey, which he ate up in one big lick. When the honey reached his throat, it soothed it and made his voice sound all smooth and lovely and nice. He grinned wickedly.
Off he went, back to the little goats’ house, and knocked on the door again.
“Little goats, it’s really me this time! Your mother, back from the market, with treats for all of you! Do let me in!”
The little goats all looked at each other. It really did sound a lot like their mother. But the littlest goat peeked through the letterbox and saw the wolf’s grey paws.
“You’re not our mother!” he cried. “Your paws are grey, and our mother has white hooves! Go away! You can’t fool us!”
Even more annoyed, the wolf skulked off, back into the woods he came from. As he walked, he got tangled up in a spider’s web, the sticky silk covering his face.
“Eurgh!” he cried, but then he had an idea. He took the pale silvery white spider’s silk and wrapped it round and round his hands, smoothing it and shaping it as he did so, so that after a while his paws looked just like little white hooves.
Off he went, back to the little goats’ house, and knocked on the door once more.
“Little goats, here I actually am this time, your dear mother, back from the market with treats for all of you. Listen to my lovely and nice voice and look at my cute little white hooves,” (he dangled them daintily by the letterbox for the little kids to have a look), “please let me in!”
The little kids looked at each other again, and they all nodded in agreement—nothing to worry about here! They happily unlocked the door and threw it wide open to greet their mother and eat their delicious treats.
The wolf jumped through the door and said, “HAHA! It’s me! The wolf! You silly little goats, it was me all along! I fooled you!”
He chased them all around the house, and they all tried to run away and hide.
Three goats hid under the bed—he found them. Two goats hid behind the sofa—he found them. One goat hid under the doormat—he found him rather easily. The wolf threw them all in his sack to take home for his dinner.
But after the busy morning he had had, traipsing back and forth to the woods, and then chasing those pesky little kids all around the house, the wolf felt rather tired. He spotted a nice little patch of soft grass under a shady tree, just by the riverbank, and he thought, “I’ll just have a little nap, and then I’ll head on home with my sack of goats and eat them for my tea!”
Feeling very smug, the wolf set down the sack and went to sleep.
But there was something the wolf hadn’t realized. Something that he had missed. And if he had listened properly at wolf school in his maths lessons, it would not have been so easily overlooked.
Earlier on, when he was chasing the little kids, trying to find them all in their hiding places, there were seven little goats. But in his sack… Well, let’s see. Three goats under the bed… Two goats behind the sofa… One goat under the doormat… that’s only six little goats in the sack. One little goat was missing…
Meanwhile, back at the goats’ house, the real and very lovely mother goat returned from the market. She opened the front door and gasped at what she saw! The house was in utter disarray! The chairs had been knocked over, the curtains had been pulled off their hooks, and her lovely little baby goats were all gone!
“Where are you, my little kids?” she called out, panic-stricken.
Then, a little muffled voice said, “I’m here, mother!” She followed the sound of the voice to the grandfather clock and opened the little door wide. Her littlest baby goat was squashed inside!
After she had pulled him out and he had told her exactly what had happened, the lovely mother goat put her serious face on. She didn’t use it very often—usually if they wouldn’t tidy their toys, or if one of them pinched a brother or sister goat—but when she did, her baby goats knew she meant business.
She took the littlest goat by the hand and marched off towards the woods, determined to give that naughty wolf a very severe talking to.
They found the wolf, still snoring under the tree, the sack of goats still wriggling and jiggling beside him. Mother goat had an idea.
She carefully opened the sack, and, encouraging the little kids to be as quiet as possible, she freed them. She hugged and kissed all six of the little rescued goats, and then she got to work.
She collected up six of the biggest rocks she could find and placed them in the sack, tying it up again, just as she had found it.
She and her seven little kids watched, hidden behind a big boulder, as the wolf stirred and woke from his nap. He licked his lips and rubbed his greedy paws together as he went to lift the sack onto his back. But the sack was so much heavier than before, and the wolf wasn’t expecting it, and the weight of it as he swung it over his shoulder made him stumble backwards, right into the river! SPLASH!
The little goats and their mother laughed and laughed, and then they skipped back to their little house. After a bit of tidying up, they sat around their table enjoying the treats their lovely mother had brought from the market.
And they all lived very, very happily ever after.
Also read: The Tortoise and the Hare
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