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This series is focused on the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen.
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Welcome weary traveller.
This series is designed to transport you to a place of peace quickly and securely.
Use these tracks when you require a speedy transition Perhaps that well-needed daytime nap or a necessary break from the everyday on your train or bus ride home.
This series is focused on the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen.
Happy listening.
The Wolf and the Seven Young Kids A fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm Read and abridged by Stephanie Poppins There once was an old goat who had seven little children and one of them was named Hans Christian Andersen.
There once was an old goat who had seven little children and was as fond of them as ever a mother was fond of her young.
One day she had to go into the wood to fetch food for them so she called them all around her and said Dear children,
I'm going out into the wood and while I am gone be on your guard against the wolf for if he were once to get inside he would eat you up,
Skin,
Bones and all.
The wretch often disguises himself but he may always be known by his hoarse voice and black paws.
Dear mother,
Answered the children,
You need not be afraid we will take good care of ourselves.
And the mother bleated goodbye and went on her way with an easy mind.
It was not long before someone came knocking at the house door and cried out Open the door my dear children your mother has come back and has brought each of you something.
But the little children knew it was the wolf by the hoarse voice.
We will not open the door,
Cried they,
You are not our mother.
She has a delicate and sweet voice and your voice is hoarse.
You must be the wolf.
Then off went the wolf to a shop to buy a big lump of chalk and he ate it up to make his voice soft.
Then he came back,
Knocked at the house door and cried Open the door my dear children your mother is here and has brought each of you something.
But the wolf had put up his black paws against the window and the children seeing this cried out We will not open the door,
Our mother has no black paws like you.
You must be the wolf.
So the wolf then ran to the baker.
Baker,
Said he,
I am hurt in the foot,
Pray spread some dough over the place.
And when the baker had plastered his feet he ran to the miller.
Miller,
Said he,
Strew me some white meal over my paws.
But the miller refused thinking the wolf must be meaning to do harm to someone.
If you don't do it,
Cried the wolf,
I'll eat you up.
And the miller was so afraid he did what he was told.
Now came the rogue the third time to the door and knocked.
Open children,
Cried he,
Your dear mother has come home and brought you something from the wood.
First show us your paws,
Said the children,
So we may know if you're really our mother or not.
So the wolf put up his paws against the window and when they saw they were all white,
All seemed satisfactory,
So they opened the door.
The wolf stepped inside and when they realised who he was they tried to hide themselves.
One ran under the table,
The second got into the bed and the third into the oven.
The fourth ran into the kitchen,
The fifth hid in the cupboard,
The sixth under the sink and the seventh in the clock case.
But the wolf found them all and gave them a short shrift.
One after the other he swallowed them down,
All but the youngest who could not eat.
One after the other he swallowed them down,
All but the youngest who was hid in the clock case.
And so the wolf having got what he wanted,
Strolled forth into the green meadows and laying himself down under a tree,
He fell fast asleep.
Not long after the mother goat came back from the wood and oh what a sight met her eyes.
The door was standing wide open,
Table,
Chairs and stools were all thrown about,
Dishes were broken,
Quilted pillows torn off the bed.
She sought her children but they were nowhere to be found.
She called to each of them by name but nobody answered.
Until she came to the name of the youngest.
Here I am mother,
A little voice cried,
Here in the clock case.
So she helped him out and heard how the wolf had come and eaten up all the rest.
You may think how she cried for the loss of her dear children.
But at last in her grief she wandered out of doors and the youngest kid came with her.
They came to the meadow and there they saw the wolf lying under a tree and snoring so loudly that all the branches shook.
The mother goat looked at him carefully on all sides and she noticed how something inside his body was moving around.
Dear me,
Thought she,
Can it be my poor children that he devoured for his evening meal are still alive?
She sent the little kid back to the house for a pair of shears and a needle and a thread.
Then she cut the wolf's body open and no sooner had she made one snip than out came the head of one of the kids and then another and then another until all the six little children had jumped out alive and well.
For in his greediness the rogue had swallowed them down whole.
How delightful this was.
How they comforted their dear mother and hopped about like tailors at a wedding.
Now fetch me some good hard stones,
Said the mother,
And we will fill his body with them as he lies asleep.
So they fetched some in haste and put them inside him and the mother sewed him up so quickly that he was none the wiser.
When at last the wolf awoke and got up,
The stones inside him made him feel very thirsty and as he was going to the brook to drink,
They struck and rattled one against the other.
What is this I feel inside me knocking hard against my bones?
He cried out.
How should such a thing be tied me?
What is this I feel inside me knocking hard against my bones?
He cried out.
How should such a thing be tied me?
They once were children and now they're stones,
He said in disbelief.
So he came to the brook and stooped to drink but the heavy stones weighed him down and he fell over into the water and within seconds he was drowned.
When the seven little children saw it,
They came up running.
The wolf is dead,
The wolf is dead,
They cried and taking hands,
They danced with their mother all about the place.
Thanking goodness they would never see the wolf again.
The End
