How is everybody this week? I
hope all you guys are great! This week we have a new topic to talk about. Fairy
Tales, what is it? Do you like it? Can you tell us one? This week topic is
about fairy tales. I want to know if you guys are good story tellers. I would
like you to write about your favorite fairy tale to all of us. I will surely write
mine!
Anderson Castro
There was once upon a time an old goat that had seven little kids. 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 everything. The wretch often disguises himself, but you will know him at once by his rough voice and his black feet.
ReplyDeleteIt was not long before someone knocked at the house-door and called, 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. Then the wolf went away to a shopkeeper and bought himself a great lump of chalk, ate this and made his voice soft with it. The he came back, knocked at the door of the house, and called, open the door, dear children, your mother is here, but the wolf had laid his black paws against the window, and the children saw them and cried we will not open the door. Then the wolf rub some dough over them and made his paws white.
So now the wretch went for the third time to the house-door, knocked at it and said, open the door for me, children. 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 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, 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 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.
She went out, and the youngest kid ran with her. When they came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the tree. She looked at him on every side and saw that something was moving and struggling in his belly. Ah, heavens, she said, is it possible that my poor children, 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 make one cut, than one little kid thrust its head out, and when she cut farther, all six sprang out one after another, and had suffered no injury whatever, for in his greediness the monster had swallowed them down whole. What rejoicing there was? They embraced their dear mother, and jumped like a sailor at his wedding. 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 many of them into his stomach, and the mother sewed him up again in the greatest haste.
When the wolf at length had had his fill of sleep, 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, and when he got to the well and stooped over the water to drink, the heavy stones made him fall in, and he had to drown miserably. When the seven kids saw that, they came running to the spot and cried aloud, the wolf is dead and danced for joy round about the well with their mother.
The name of this Tale is: The wolf and the seven little kids.
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