This is a retelling of "The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats," emphasizing themes of cleverness, courage, and the power of teamwork to overcome a dangerous adversary.
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Hi kids. Welcome to Mr. Book and Me
Stories, where stories and creativity
come alive.
A knock at the door changes everything
and turns a peaceful cottage into a tale
of tears, courage, and clever revenge.
This is The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats.
Goats.
In a cozy little house at the edge of a
green meadow lived a loving mother goat
and her seven tiny kids. Every morning
was filled with laughter, bleeding, and
the smell of wild flowers.
My dear ones, I must go to the market
today for bread and honey. Please lock
the door behind me and open it only when
you hear my voice.
>> How will we know it's really you, mama?
You'll hear my soft voice like a song,
and [music] my feet are white as snow.
No one else has them.
>> Mother goat kissed each one on the head
and left humming her lullabi, her heart
>> We'll be careful, mama.
>> But danger was already lurking nearby. >> [snorts]
>> [snorts]
>> A clever and hungry wolf was watching
from behind the rocks. With a sly grin,
he pulled a mother's shawl over his
shoulders and crept toward the cottage.
My sweet children, open the door. It's
mama. I've brought honey cakes and milk
for you. [gasps]
>> That's not mama's voice. Hers is soft
like a flute, not rough and deep like that.
that.
>> The wolf stomped away, annoyed, but then
he got an idea. He hurried to the nearby shop.
shop.
>> Hey, zebra, my voice sounds rough as
rocks. Give me something sweet to fix it.
it.
>> Try this pot of honey, Mr. wolf, but um
please don't eat me after."
>> The wolf gulped down the honey, licked
his lips with a grin, and hurried back
My sweet children, open the door. It's
mama. I've brought honey cakes and milk
for you.
Wait, your feet are dark and dirty, but
our mother's feet are always white and
soft. You're not really mama.
>> The wolf looked down at his black paws
and growled quietly under his breath.
>> Blasted all. My black feet are too
obvious. How dare they think they can
outsmart me. I need a new plan, and it
has to be perfect.
Hey, Rabbit. I need your whitest flower
to turn my paws snow white.
>> What? Your paws? Oh. Uh, here's the
finest rice flower I have. Just don't
make a mess, Mr. Wolf.
>> He rolled his dark paws carefully in the
fine white flour until they gleamed like
snow. Then with a wicked grin, he
hurried back to the cottage once more.
>> "My little ones, open the door. Look, my
feet are white. My voice is soft. It's
really your mama."
>> Something feels wrong. That voice sounds
right, but but my heart says no.
Oh, don't be silly. It's mama. Look, her
feet are white.
>> Before the youngest could stop them, the
others rushed to the door and opened it wide.
wide. >> Fjo.
>> Fjo.
>> The little goat screamed and ran in
>> Hurry, I'll hide behind the curtain.
Maybe he won't see me there.
>> I I'll jump into the big cooking pot.
Shh. Be quiet or he'll hear us.
>> I'll slip into the grandfather clock.
Stay calm. Stay quiet. We have to
outsmart him.
>> Run all you want, little brats. I will
find each one of you, and there will be
no escaping from me.
One by one, he caught six of them,
stuffed them into a big sack, and
hurried away, laughing wickedly into the
When Mother Goat returned home, she
found the door wide open, chairs
overturned, and a heavy silence filling
the air. [snorts]
>> My babies, where are you,
>> Mama? The wolf came. He took them all.
All six of them.
>> Oh, my poor little ones.
>> They followed the wolf's muddy
footprints into the forest, tears in
their eyes. As they walked, they met
Baloo the bear, tall and gentle with
kind brown eyes.
>> Mother goat, why are you crying? What happened?
