Once upon a time, in a cozy cottage bordering the deep woods, lived Mother Goat and her seven energetic young kids. She loved them immensely but constantly worried about the lurking danger of the cunning Wolf. One morning, as she prepared to forage for food, she gathered her children for a serious talk. "My dear ones," she warned, "The Wolf will try every trick. To stay safe, you must remember his two key features: he has a rough, terrifyingly deep voice and big, black paws. Keep the door bolted and trust no one who fails these two tests." The seven kids promised their mother they would be vigilant.
Soon after she left, a knock came. A deep, gruff voice boomed, "Open the door, children dear, your mother is home!" The kids immediately recognized the sound. "We will not open the door!" they cried. "Our mother's voice is sweet, and yours is far too harsh. You are the Wolf!" Furious at being exposed, the Wolf ran to a nearby shop and swallowed a large piece of chalk to smooth out his voice, making it sound surprisingly gentle, like the Mother Goat's.
He returned and knocked again, calling out in his new, soft voice. The kids were almost convinced, but the eldest remembered the second rule. "Show us your foot first!" they demanded. The Wolf carelessly pushed his black paw against the windowpane. "Aha! We know you!" the kids shouted. "Our mother's feet are white, and yours is black! You are definitely the Wolf!" The determined Wolf then went to the miller. After dipping his paw in water, he tricked the miller into completely coating it with a thick layer of white flour, perfectly concealing its black color.
When the Wolf returned for the third time, his voice was sweet, and his paw, shown through the window, was perfectly white. The children, having exhausted their security checks as instructed by their mother, were logically convinced and opened the door. The terrifying Wolf immediately leaped inside. The kids scattered in absolute panic, but the greedy Wolf quickly found six of them. In his immense haste, he swallowed them whole without chewing, eager to consume his prize and make a quick escape. Only the youngest and smartest kid managed to squeeze into the narrow case of the grandfather clock, remaining hidden.
The Wolf was now massively engorged and heavy. The bulk of the six kids had overwhelmed his system, inducing a near-comatose state of digestion. He stumbled out to the meadow, found the deepest shade beneath a large tree, and instantly fell into a deep, unresponsive sleep. This heavy stupor was the direct result of his gluttony.
When Mother Goat returned and discovered the tragedy, the youngest kid emerged, crying, to tell her everything. Mother Goat rushed to the meadow and found the Wolf deeply unconscious, his belly huge and audibly gurgling. Observing the movement in his stomach, she realized her children were likely still alive because he had swallowed them whole. She quickly sent the youngest to fetch her sharpest sewing scissors, a strong needle, and thick thread.
She approached the Wolf, whose breathing was slow and heavy. Waiting for the longest interval between his deep snores, she carefully made a small, precise incision on his abdomen. The Wolf only twitched slightly; his digestive stupor and the immense pressure in his stomach prevented him from sensing the cut as a true threat. One by one, the six little kids sprang out, safe and sound! "Quietly, quickly!" Mother Goat urged.
She immediately sent all seven kids to the stream bed to collect the largest, heaviest river stones they could silently carry. The children returned with the dense stones, which Mother Goat strategically placed into the Wolf's now-empty stomach cavity. Using the needle and thread, she skillfully sewed the incision closed, making the seam tight and neat. The Wolf merely shifted, mistaking the heavy, unfamiliar internal pressure for his large meal settling into place.
A short time later, the Wolf awoke. He felt an intense, crushing weight in his belly and a burning thirst that he had to quench. "Ugh, what a terribly heavy meal," he groaned, stumbling awkwardly toward the river for a drink. As he bent over the bank to reach the water, the dense, unbalanced weight of the stones shifted, pulling him violently forward. He lost his footing, tumbled headfirst into the deep current, and the heavy load ensured the Wolf was instantly pulled down and drowned. The seven little kids, watching from a safe distance, danced with joy and shouted, "The Wolf is dead! The Wolf is dead!" From that day forward, Mother Goat and her children lived safely, remembering the crucial lesson of being both vigilant and clever.