The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids

Once upon a time there was an old goat. She had seven little kids, and loved them all, just as a
mother loves her children. One day she wanted to go into the woods to get some food. So she
called all seven to her and said, "Children dear, I am going into the woods. Be on your guard for
the wolf. If he gets in, he will eat up all of you all, even your skin and hair. The villain
often disguises himself, but you will recognize him at once by his rough voice and his black feet."

The kids said, "Mother dear, we will take care of ourselves. You can go away without any worries."

Then the old one bleated, and went on her way with her mind at ease.

It was not long before someone knocked at the door and called out, "Open the door, children dear, your
mother is here, and has brought something for each one of you."

But the little kids knew from the rough voice that it was the wolf.

"We will not open the door," they cried out. "You are not our mother. She has a soft and gentle
voice, but your voice is rough. You are the wolf."

So the wolf went to a shopkeeper and bought himself a large piece of chalk, which he ate, making
his voice soft. Then he came back and knocked at the door, calling out, "Open the door, children
dear. Your mother is here and has brought something for each one of you."

But the wolf laid one of his black paws inside the window. The children saw it and cried out,
"We will not open the door. Our mother does not have a black foot like you. You are the wolf."

So the wolf ran to a baker and said, "I have sprained my foot. Rub some dough on it for me." After the
baker had rubbed dough on his foot, the wolf ran to the miller and said, "Sprinkle some white flour on
my foot for me."

The miller thought, "The wolf wants to deceive someone," and refused to do it, so the wolf said,
"If you will not do it, I will eat you up." That frightened the miller, and he made his paw white
for him. Yes, that is the way people are.

Now the villain went for a third time to the 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 from
the woods."

The little kids cried out, "First show us your paw so we may know that you are our dear little

So he put his paw inside the window, and when they saw that it was white, they believed that
everything he said was true, and they opened the door. But who came in? It was the wolf. They
were terrified and wanted to hide. One jumped 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
washbasin, and the seventh into the clock case. But the wolf found them all, and with no further
ado he swallowed them down his throat, one after the other. However, he did not find the youngest
kid, the one who was in the clock case.

After satisfying his appetite he went outside and lay down under a tree in the green meadow and
fell asleep.

Soon afterward the old goat came home from the woods. Oh, what a sight she saw there. The door
stood wide open. Table, chairs, and benches were tipped over. The washbasin was in pieces. The
covers and pillows had been pulled off the bed. She looked for her children, but they were
nowhere to be found. She called them by name, one after the other, but no one answered. When she
at last came to the youngest, a soft voice cried out, "Mother dear, I am hiding in the clock case.
She took it out, and it told her that the wolf had come and had eaten up all the others. You can
just imagine how she cried for her poor children.

Finally in her despair she went outside, and the youngest kid ran with her. They came to the
meadow, and there lay the wolf by the tree, snoring so loudly that the branches shook. She looked
at him from all sides and saw that something was moving and jiggling inside his full belly.

"Good gracious," she thought. "Is it possible that my poor children, whom he has swallowed down for
his supper, can still be alive?"

The mother goat sent the kid home and to fetch scissors, and a needle and thread, and then she
cut open the monster's paunch. She had scarcely made one cut, before a little kid stuck its head
out, and as she continued to cut, one after the other all six jumped out, and they were all still
alive. They were not even hurt, for in his greed the monster had swallowed them down whole. How
happy they were! They hugged their dear mother, and jumped about like a tailor on his wedding

But the mother said, "Go now and look for some big stones. We will fill the godless beast's
stomach with them while he is still asleep."

The seven kids quickly brought the stones, and they put as many as many of them into his stomach
as it would hold. Then the mother hurriedly sewed him up again. He was not aware of anything and
never once stirred.

The wolf finally awoke and got up onto his legs. Because the stones in his stomach made him very
thirsty, he wanted to go to a well and get a drink. But when he began to walk and to move about,
the stones in his stomach knocked against each other and rattled.

Then he cried out:

What rumbles and tumbles,
Inside of me.
I thought it was kids,
But it's stones that they be. When he got to the well and leaned over the water to drink, the heavy stones pulled him in, and
he drowned miserably.

When the seven kids saw what had happened, they ran up and cried out, "The wolf is dead! The
wolf is dead!" And with their mother they danced for joy around about the well.


Source: Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, Der Wolf und die sieben jungen Geißlein Kinder- und Hausmärchen
(Children's and Household Tales -- Grimms' Fairy Tales), no. 5.

Translated by D. L. Ashliman. 2000-2002.
The Grimms' source: The Hassenpflug family from Hanau. "The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids," in
a slightly different version, was included already in the first edition of the Grimms' Kinder-
und Hausmärchen (1812, vol. 1, no. 5).

Aarne-Thompson type 123.