The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids

Once upon a time, there was a family of goats; a mother and her 7 children. They were a peaceful family, in a peaceful village far from any danger. Except of course an evil wolf that only wanted to snack on them.

One day, the mother called her children to tell them something. “My dears, I am going to buy food and water, I will be back in maybe an hour or so. Be careful while I’m gone and don’t ever open the door to the big bad wolf, he is dangerous and merciless on children like you.” She announced, the youngest of them shaking. Another came to him and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry lil’ bro, we won’t open the the wolf, it’s easy to see he isn’t mommy. He has black fur and a scruffy voice. Mommy has white fur and a soothing voice. You’ll see that nothing will happen.” She said to him, the young goat smiling and nodding.

As soon as the mother was away, the wolf sneaked his way to the front door, knocking at it. “who is it?” one of the kids asked. “It’s me, your mother! Open the door please.” The wolf answered with his scruffy voice. “Mommy!” The youngest of them cried, but got stopped by his older sister. “No, it’s not mommy. Just listen to his voice, it’s all scruffy and that means it’s the wolf. Don’t open the door.” She explained. “Get out of here! You aren’t our mother; you’re the big bad wolf!” They shouted in unison. The wolf grumbled and ran away to town.

The lupine bought some chalk to a merchant and came back near the house. He took a handful of chalk, threw it in his mouth and gulped it down whole, coughing a few times before knocking at the door once again. “Who is here?” The same kid asked. “Children, it’s your mother!” The evil wolf answered. “It sounds like mommy…” The youngest said. “Don’t be fooled yet. Show us your foot.” The first asked. The wolf raised an eye brow, obeying as he put his paw on the window. The kids chuckled when they saw the clawed black paw. “Get out of here, you aren’t our mommy. You’re the big bad wolf!” The shouted again, the wolf growling and shouting insults as he ran away again.

Then, the wicked wolf sneaked in the baker’s shop. Then got behind her and punched her behind the head, knocking her off on the hit. He picked a pot of flour and spread it all over his fur to make it look snow white. He returned for a third time at the house and knocked. “Who is here?” The kid asked. “My dears, it is mommy. Open the door so I can give you all a little something.” The wolf said with a soothing voice.

“Show us your foot before.” They asked. “But of course.” He put his feet on the window shelf, the kids smiling and getting excited as they saw the snow white paw. “It is mommy, yay!” They shouted, running at the door and opening it. Unfortunately for them, it wasn’t their caring mother waiting behind the door, but the wicked wolf, dusting himself off the flour he had. “Hello kiddies.” He said with a toothy grin.


The little goats started panicking, they didn’t know what to do if the wolf managed to enter the house… they ran around in the house, desperately searching for hiding spots. The wolf laughed hard, watching as the little ones hid in obvious place… being too big to hide anywhere. He reached to one of them that hid in vegetables. “Hehe, I like when there are extras in veggie meals.” He said ironically, opening his maw wide and stuffing the little goat in. He swallowed hard, sighing as he finally felt something filling entering his stomach.

He ran to another, picking her from the wardrobe. “Nice hiding spot, I almost missed you.” He growled happily, throwing her in the air and catching her with his tongue. He snapped his jaws shut and swallowed to make the goat join her brother in his belly. Now his gut started to poke out, feeling the struggles of the two goats trapped inside. He found another one, and another… until he finally came to the last one of them. He licked him, teasing him with the sight of where he would go in an instant. He then closed his maw around the foot tall goat and swallowed him whole.

His belly was now incredibly huge, having 6 goats in it… wait! Six? “I thought there was seven…” He mumbled to himself, suddenly seeing movement in the cloak. He kicked it, seeing the youngest goat fall on the ground. “Well, what have we here?” He said evilly, laughing as the young goat got angry and jumped on the huge belly. “Let them go! Let them go!” He screamed, pounding at the wolf’s gut as he felt his brothers and sisters struggle inside.

The wolf smiled and picked him up. “Sorry kid, that’s how life works. I’m not that bad, I’ll make you join all your siblings now.” He explained, quickly chomping the tiny goat and swallowing him whole. He murred, feeling his belly expand a bit more as the last goat reached his innards.

A few minutes later, the goats’ mother returned home, seeing all the mess in her house and the sleeping, huge-bellied wolf on the floor. “Oh dear! What happened here?” She screamed in surprise, waking the lupine up. “Uh what?” He mumbled, stretching. “Oh you! I wasn’t expecting you to get back that soon… well… I guess I’ll have to eat you too.” He said, getting up and approaching her.

“My children, you ate them all you monster!” She shouted, jumping and kicking the wolf in the face. As he tumbled back, he rubbed his cheek… he wasn’t expecting her to fight back. He ran to her quickly and tried punching her, but she was faster and gave him a furry of slaps and kicks.

Now he was seeing red, he ran quickly, tackling her successfully on the wall. She fell on the ground, dizzy. “Good skills… but not good enough.” He said to her, picking her up and stuffing her head in his maw. “No please! Don’t do that… didn’t you eat enough already you greedy wolf?” She asked, starting to sob as she heard gurgling noises coming from the stomach. “Nah, a wolf never gets enough.” He said, swallowing and working her deeper in.

After a few swallows, only the feet remained in his maw and he gave them a few licks before gulping them down his throat. He rubbed at the bulge in his neck, now really satisfied he had eaten the whole family. He laid down and closed his eyes. “Who the hell invented the rumors in which wolves never win?”

THE END