34 THE WOLF AND THE SEVEN YOUNG KIDS.
Ah! what a scene it was for her. The house door wide open. Table, chairs, and stools upset The wash-tub broken to pieces, the counterpanes and pillows dragged from the bed. She sought for her children in terror, but not one could she find. At last she heard a little voice cry, " Dear mother, here I am, shut up in the clock-case." The old goat helped her kid out, and then listened while she described the deceitful manner in which the wolf had managed to get into the hut and eat up all her brothers and sisters. We can guess how the poor mother mourned and wept for her children. At last she went out, and the little kid followed her. As they crossed the meadow, they saw the wolf lying under a tree and snoring so loud that the ground trembled.
The goat examined him on all sides, and saw a movement as it something were alive in his stomach. " Ah !" thought she, " if he only swallowed my dear children, they must be still alive." So she sent the little kid into the house for a pair of scissors, a needle, and some thread, and very quickly began to cut open the monster's stomach. She had scarcely made one cut, when a little kid stretched out his head, and then a second, and a third sprang out as she cut farther, till the whole six were safe and alive, jumping around their mother for joy; the monster in his eagerness had swallowed them whole, and they were not hurt in the least
Then their mother said to them, " Go and letch me some large pebbles from the brook, that we may fill the stomach oi the dreadful creature while he still sleeps." The seven little kids started off to the brook in great haste, and brought back as many large stones as they could carry, with these they filled the stomach of the wolf; then the old goat sewed it up again so gently and quietly that the wolf neither awoke nor moved.
As soon, however, as he had had his sleep out, he awoke, and stretching out his legs felt himself very heavy and uncomiortable, and the great stones in his stomach made him feel so thirsty that he got up and went to the brook to drink. As he trotted along the stones rattled and knocked one against the other and against his sides in a most strange manner. Then he cried out—
"What a rattle and rumble, They cannot be bones ; Of those nice little kids, f 9t they feel just like stone**1