There lived a goat in a dense forest. She had a nice little goat. Every day she left the kid at home and went out to graze. The goat grazed, and in the evening, with a full udder of milk, returned home. She returned home, knocked on the door, bleated, and said:
Little goat,
Little child,
I was in the mountains, in the forest,
I'm bringing you some milk.
Open your door for me -
I'll drink it sweet and sweet.
Baby goat.
Baby!
When the little goat hears her, he jumps up and opens the door. The mother will feed him milk and go back to the pasture.
The wolf spied and overheard all this.
One evening he appears before the goat arrives, knocks on the door and shouts in his rough voice:
Little goat,
Little child,
I was in the mountains, in the forest,
I'm bringing you some milk.
Open your door for me -
I'll drink it sweet and sweet.
Baby goat.
Baby!
The little goat hears and asks:
- Who are you? I don't know you. That's not what my mother calls me. Her voice is gentle and thin, and yours is hoarse and rough. I won't open the door for you. Leave!
The wolf left.
Mother comes and knocks on the door:
Little goat,
Little child,
I was in the mountains, in the forest,
I'm bringing you some milk.
Open your door for me -
I'll drink it sweet and sweet.
Baby goat.
Baby!
The little goat opens the door for her, sucks the milk and says:
- Do you know, mom, what happened? Recently someone came, knocked on the door and called: “Little goat, little child, open the door for me,” he said. His voice was so rough!.. I was scared, so scared! He didn’t open the door, he said: “I don’t want to, go away!”
- Ay-ay-ay-ay, my little black one! It's good that you didn't open it! - said the frightened mother. - After all, it was a wolf, he wanted to eat you. If he comes again, don’t open it. Say: “Get out of here, otherwise my mother will come and gore you with her sharp horns.”
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru