狼和七只小山羊的故事

Once upon a time, a mother goat had seven little goats. She loved them very much.

One day, she had to go into the forest to get food. "Watch out for the wolf," she said. "He has a rough voice and black feet. Don't open the door to him!" "We will be careful," said the little goats.

Soon there was a knock at the door. "Open the door, children. It's Mother!" But the voice was rough. "You are not our mother," said the little goats. "Our mother has a soft voice. You are the wolf!"

The wolf ate a big piece of chalk, and his voice became soft. He came back and knocked again. But he put his black paw on the window. "Our mother does not have black feet," said the little goats. "You are the wolf!"

So the wolf went to the baker and the miller. Soon his paws were covered in white flour. He came back a third time. "Show us your feet," said the little goats. The wolf showed them his white paw. The voice was soft, and the paw was white, so they opened the door.

It was the wolf! The little goats ran to hide. One hid under the table. One hid in the bed. One hid in the big clock, and the others hid around the house. But the wolf found six of them and swallowed them whole. He did not find the youngest goat in the clock. Then the wolf lay down under a tree and fell asleep.

When Mother Goat came home, the youngest goat jumped out of the clock and told her everything. Mother Goat found the wolf. He was snoring loudly, and something was moving in his tummy! Snip, snip! She cut it open, and out jumped the six little goats. They were all fine!

"Quick, bring some big stones," said Mother Goat. They put the stones in the wolf's tummy, and she sewed it up.

The wolf woke up. He was very thirsty, so he went to the well. The stones went bump, bump in his tummy. When he bent down to drink, the heavy stones pulled him into the well. He never came out again. The seven little goats danced around the well with their mother.