The Little Goat

In a dense forest lived a goat. She had a cute little kid. Every day, she would leave the kid at home and go out to graze. The goat would graze, and in the evening, she would return home with her udder full of milk. She would come back, knock on the door, bleat, and say:

"Little kid,
My dear child,
I’ve been in the mountains, in the forest,
I bring you milk.
Open the door for me—
I’ll give you a sweet, sweet drink.
Little kid,
My dear child!"

The kid would hear her, jump up, and open the door. The mother would feed him milk and then go back to the pasture.

All of this was seen and heard by a wolf.

One evening, before the goat returned, the wolf came, knocked on the door, and shouted in his rough voice:

"Little kid,
My dear child,
I’ve been in the mountains, in the forest,
I bring you milk.
Open the door for me—
I’ll give you a sweet, sweet drink.
Little kid,
My dear child!"

The kid heard him and asked:
"Who are you? I don’t know you. My mother doesn’t call me like that. Her voice is gentle and soft, but yours is hoarse and rough. I won’t open the door for you. Go away!"

The wolf left.

When the mother came back, she knocked on the door:

"Little kid,
My dear child,
I’ve been in the mountains, in the forest,
I bring you milk.
Open the door for me—
I’ll give you a sweet, sweet drink.
Little kid,
My dear child!"

The kid opened the door, drank the milk, and told her:
"Do you know what happened, Mom? Someone came earlier, knocked on the door, and called, 'Little kid, my dear child, open the door for me.' His voice was so rough!.. I got scared, really scared! I didn’t open the door and said, 'I don’t want to, go away!'"

"Oh, my dear little one! It’s so good that you didn’t open the door!" said the frightened mother. "That was the wolf—he wanted to eat you. If he comes again, don’t open the door. Say, 'Go away, or my mother will come and gore you with her sharp horns.'"

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The Little Goat

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