El Lobo y los Siete Cabritos

Once upon a time, in a cozy yet slightly eerie forest cottage, lived a mother goat and her seven adorable little kids. Their home was filled with intriguing objects like magical lamps, enchanted mirrors, and a clock that always chimed at exactly the right time. The air was filled with the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers, making it a wonderful place, albeit with a hint of mystery. One sunny morning, Mother Goat gathered her children around. “My dear little kids, I have to go into the forest to gather some food,” she said with a warm smile. “But remember, beware of the big bad wolf. If he gets in, he will surely eat you all. Never open the door to anyone unless you hear my voice and see my white feet.” The seven kids nodded enthusiastically, their eyes wide with understanding. They were always brave when listening to their wise mother. Mother Goat left, and the kids played happily around the house. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and a deep voice said, “Open up, dear children. It’s your mother!” The youngest kid, with his sharp little ears, immediately recognized the voice as the wolf’s and cried out, “You are not our mother! She has a sweet and gentle voice, not a gruff one like yours!” The cunning wolf grumbled away, only to return soon after, having eaten some chalk to soften his voice. This time, when he knocked, he sounded much more like Mother Goat. “Open up, my dear children, it’s your mother,” he called out sweetly. The eldest kid was suspicious and peered out the window. He saw the wolf’s dark, furry paws and shouted, “You are not our mother! Our mother has white feet!” Furious, the wolf stormed off once again and found a bag of flour, covering his paws to make them look white. He knocked on the door and, in the sweetest voice he could muster, said, “Open up, my dear children. It’s your mother. See my white feet?” This time, the kids were convinced. They unlocked the door and in burst the big bad wolf! The kids scattered and hid as best as they could: under the bed, behind curtains, and even in the oven. But one by one, the wolf found them and gobbled them up, except for the youngest kid, who cleverly hid in a giant grandfather clock. Soon after, Mother Goat returned home and saw the door wide open. Her heart raced with worry. She called out for her children, but the house was eerily quiet. When she entered, the youngest kid emerged from the clock and told her everything. With eyes full of determination, Mother Goat set off to find the wolf. Guided by the sun’s last glimmers, she discovered him sleeping under a tree, his round belly bulging. Quickly but quietly, she fetched a pair of scissors, needle, and thread. With great care, she snipped open his belly and out jumped her six little kids, safe and sound! With a grin, Mother Goat gathered some heavy stones and filled the wolf’s belly, then sewed it back up. When the wolf awoke, he was terribly thirsty. He stumbled to a nearby well to drink, but the weight of the stones pulled him in, and he was never seen again. The seven little kids hugged their brave mother. Their cozy cottage filled with laughter once more, and they lived happily ever after, always remembering to be cautious but never losing their sense of adventure. And so ends the tale of the Big Bad Wolf and the seven little kids, a story of bravery, cleverness, and a love that conquers all threats.