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The Wolf And The Seven Young Goslings
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At last, in her grief, she went out, and the youngest gosling ran beside her. And when she came to the meadow there lay the wolf under the tree, snoring till the boughs shook. She walked round and examined him on all sides, till she perceived that something was moving and kicking about inside him.

“Can it be,” thought she, “that my poor children whom he has swallowed for his supper are yet alive?” So she sent the little gosling back to the house for scissors, needle, and thread, and began to slit up the monster’s stomach. Scarcely had she given one snip, when out came the head of a gosling, and when she had cut a little further, the six jumped out one after another, not having taken the least hurt, because the greedy monster had swallowed them down whole. That was a joy! They embraced their mother tenderly, and skipped about as lively as a tailor at his wedding.

But the old goose said, “Now go and find me six large stones, which we will put inside the greedy beast while he is still asleep.” So the goslings got the stones in all haste, and they put them inside the wolf; and the old goose sewed him up again in a great hurry, while he never once moved nor took any notice.

Now when the wolf at last woke up and got upon his legs, he found he was very thirsty, and wished to go to the spring to drink. But as soon as he began to move the stones began to shake and rattle inside him, till he cried,–

“What’s this rumbling and tumbling,
What’s this rattling like bones?
I thought I had eaten six little geese,
But they’ve turned out only stones.”

And when he came to the spring and bent down his head to drink, the heavy stones overbalanced him, and in he went head over heels. Now when the seven goslings saw this, they came running up, crying loudly, “The wolf is dead, the wolf is dead!” and danced for joy all round the spring, and their mother with them.