hello my fellow steemians,

Quite a long time ago there experienced an old goat who had seven youthful ones whom she adored as each mother cherishes her kids. One day she needed to go into the timberland to bring some nourishment so assembling her seven youthful ones, she stated, "Dear kids, I am leaving into the woodland. Be cautious about the wolf. In the event that he comes here he will gobble all of you up. He regularly masks himself. In any case, you can make him out by his unpleasant voice and his dark feet." The little goats answered, "Dear mother, we will be extremely watchful and comply with your words. You may leave with no dread." So the mother goat left her dear youngsters and went into the timberland. The little goats bolted their home precisely from inside and close the windows firmly.

Not long after-wards, some individual thumped at the entryway and got out, "Open, my dear youngsters. I am your mom and I got something for every single one of you." But the little goats found from the unpleasant voice that it was a wolf thus they said. "We won't open the entryway. You are not our mom. She has a delicate and adoring voice. Be that as it may, yours is abrupt. You are a wolf."

So the wolf left and he ate some chalk and by that implies rendered his voice more delicate. At that point he returned, thumped at the entryway and said. "Open, my dear kids. Your mom has gotten back home." But the wolf had put his dark paws close to the opening of the entryway, so the little goats saw them and answered, "No, we won't open the entryway. Our mom has no dark feet. You are a wolf."

So the wolf left and dunked his dark foot in white chalk powder and turned them white in shading. Presently the awful wolf went to the house for the third time and thumped at the entryway and stated, "Open up! My young ones. Your dear mother has come and has carried with her something for every single one of you out of the woods." The little goats answered, "Show us first your feet to see whether you are our mom." So the awful wolf put his feet up close to the opening of the entryway and when the little goats saw that they were white, they thought it was okay and opened the entryway. Be that as it may, tsk-tsk! The wolf had gone into the house this time.

The little goats were horrendously unnerved and endeavored to shroud themselves. One kept running under the table. The second got into the bed. The third into the pantry and the fourth into the kitchen and the fifth into the broiler and the 6th into the wash-tub. At last the seventh concealed herself in the clock-case.

In any case, the wolf discovered them hard and fast and gobbled them up in a steady progression. The wolf did not find the one which covered up in the clock-case. At the point when the wolf was happy with eating every one of the goats, he went out and felt overwhelming in his stomach. So he set downward on the green knoll under a tree and nodded off.

At the point when the mother goat returned home, she saw the ghastly sight! The cottage entryway was completely open. The table, stools and seats were topsy turvy. The wash-tub was broken into pieces and the sheets and pads pulled off the bed. She looked for her kids, however could discover them no place. She called them by name in a steady progression. In any case, nobody replied. Finally, when she called the most youthful, a little voice answered, "Here I am… beloved mother, in the clock-case." She took her out and heard how the wolf had come and gulped all the others. She sobbed for her poor minimal ones.

Finally she went out in all her hopelessness and the youthful goat kept running close by and when she went to the knoll, there lay the wolf under the tree wheezing so noisy that the branches shuddered. She saw something was moving and blending about in his body. "Goodness, God!" she stated, "What an abnormal thing! My poor youngsters whom he has gulped for his supper are yet alive!

So the mother goat ran home and brought a couple of scissors and a needle and string. At that point she trim open the creature's bristly body and had hardly influenced one to opening, before one little goat put his take off and as she cut further, out bounced consistently, each of the six, still alive and with no damage… for the beast, in his energy, had swallowed them down very entirety. The little goats embraced their dear mother and searched about happily.

Be that as it may, the mother goat stated, "Go and get up without a moment's delay some expansive stones and place them in the wolf's stomach". They put the greatest number of as they could bring and afterward the old mother went and taking a gander at him in an extraordinary rush, saw that he was as yet apathetic and did not blend thus she sewed up the opening.

At the point when the wolf finally woke up, he raised himself upon his legs and in light of the fact that the stones lying in his stomach influenced him to feel parched, he went to a stream with a specific end goal to drink. Be that as it may, as he came, moving from side to side, the stones started to tumble about in his body and he got out, "What rattles in my stomach?"

What's more, when the wolf went to the stream he twisted down to drink water and the substantial stones influenced him to lose his adjust. So he fell and sank in the water.

When the seven little goats saw this, they came running up, singing out loud, "The wolf is dead! The wolf is dead!" and they moved in bliss around their mom by the side of the stream.

@baxtach