The Wolf and the 7 little Kids
by the Grimm Brothers


Der Wolf und die sieben Geislein!

                        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. One day she wanted to go into the forest and fetch some food.
                        So she called all seven to her and said, "Dear children, I have to go into the forest; be on your
                        guard against the wolf; if he comes in, he will devour you all- skin, hair, and all. The wretch often
                        disguises himself, but you will know him at once by his rough voice and his black feet."

                        The kids said, "Dear mother, we will take good care of ourselves; you may go away without any
                        anxiety." Then the old one bleated, and went on her way with an easy mind.

                        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."

                        But the little kids knew that it was the wolf, by the rough voice. "We will not open the door," cried
                        they, "you are not our mother. She has a soft, pleasant voice, but your voice is rough; you are the
                        wolf!" The wolf went away to a shopkeeper and bought himself a great lump of chalk, ate this and
                        made his voice soft with it.

                        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."

                        But 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: you are the wolf!" Then the
                        wolf ran to a baker and said, "I have hurt my feet; rub some dough over them for me." And when
                        the baker had rubbed his feet over, he ran to the miller and said, "Strew some white meal over my
                        feet for me." The miller thought to himself, "The wolf wants to deceive some one," and refused;
                        but the wolf said, "If you will not do it, I will devour you." Then the miller was afraid, and made his
                        paws white for him.

                        Now the wretch went for the third time to the house-door, knocked at it and said, "Open the door
                        for me, children, your dear little mother has come home, and has brought every one of you
                        something back from the forest with her." The little kids cried, "First show us your paws that we
                        may know if you are our dear little mother." Then he put his paws in through the window, and
                        when the kids saw that they were white, they believed that all he said was true, and opened the
                        door. But who should come in but the wolf!

                        They were terrified and wanted to hide themselves. One sprang under the table, the second into
                        the bed, the third into the stove, the fourth into the kitchen, the fifth into the cupboard, the sixth
                        under the washing-bowl, and the seventh into the clock-case. But the wolf found them all, and
                        used no great ceremony; one after the other he swallowed them down his throat. The youngest in
                        the clock-case was the only one he did not find.

                        When the wolf had satisfied his appetite he took himself off, laid himself down under a tree in the
                        green meadow outside, and began to sleep.

                        Soon afterwards the old goat came home again from the forest. Ah! what a sight she saw there!
                        The house-door stood wide open. The table, chairs, and benches were thrown down, the
                        washing-bowl lay broken to pieces, and the quilts and pillows were pulled off the bed. She sought
                        her children, but they were nowhere to be found. She called them one after another by name, but
                        no one answered. At last, when she came to the youngest, a soft voice cried, "Dear mother, I am in
                        the clock-case." She took the kid out, and it told her that the wolf had come and had eaten all the
                        others. Then you may imagine how she wept over her poor children.

                        At length in her grief she went out, and the youngest kid ran with her. When they came to the
                        meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree and snored so loud that the branches shook. She looked at
                        him on every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his gorged body. "Ah,
                        heavens," said she, "is it possible that my poor children whom he has swallowed down for his
                        supper, can be still alive?"

                        Then the kid had to run home and fetch scissors, and a needle and thread, and the goat cut open
                        the monster's stomach, and hardly had she made one cut, than one little kid thrust its head out,
                        and when she had cut farther, all six sprang out one after another, and were all still alive, and had
                        suffered no injury whatever, for in his greediness the monster had swallowed them down whole.
                        What rejoicing there was! Then they embraced their dear mother, and jumped like a tailor at his

                        The mother, however, said, "Now go and look for some big stones, and we will fill the wicked
                        beast's stomach with them while he is still asleep." Then the seven kids dragged the stones thither
                        with all speed, and put as many of them into his stomach as they could get in; and the mother
                        sewed him up again in the greatest haste, so that he was not aware of anything and never once

                        When the wolf at length had had his sleep out, he got on his legs, and as the stones in his
                        stomach made him very thirsty, he wanted to go to a well to drink. But when he began to walk and
                        to move about, the stones in his stomach knocked against each other and rattled. Then cried he, -

                        "What rumbles and tumbles

                        Against my poor bones?

                        I thought 'twas six kids,

                        But it's naught but big stones." -

                        And when he got to the well and stooped over the water and was just about to drink, the heavy
                        stones made him fall in and there was no help, but he had to drown miserably. When the seven
                        kids saw that, they came running to the spot and cried aloud, "The wolf is dead! The wolf is
                        dead!" and danced for joy round about the well with their mother. - -

                        THE END

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