The mother goat fed the kids and then she said very sternly indeed:

"Remember, children, if anyone comes and talks to you, listen carefully, and unless his voice is as thin as mine and he says the very same words that I do, do not let him in."

No sooner had the mother goat left than the wolf came running. He knocked at the door of the hut and called out in the thinnest of voices:

"My kiddies own, my children dear,

Open the door, for your mother is here!

She has brought you some milk which is rich

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It runs from her udders down to her feet;

From her udders it runs without a sound

And trickles softly over the ground."

The kids opened the door, and the wolf rushed in and gobbled them all up, save for one little kid who had hidden himself in the stove.

By and by the mother goat came home, but call and shout as she would, no one answered her. She looked, and seeing that the door was unlocked, ran in. The hut was empty, but she glanced into the stove and found one little kid there.

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