Once upon a time there was a goat and seven kid goats. It was hard for her to raise the children on her own, she worked in show business, sang, but her creative career wasn't really taking off, she barely made ends meet. The only time she came first in some competition and was given a prize of a brand new Mazda, which helped her a lot with the household and the kids.
The goat had to work without days off. On weekdays she took the kids to kindergarten. But what to do with them on weekends? The goat's parents lived in the village, worked on a cabbage farm and couldn't help their daughter, and besides, they were offended that she had married a billy goat and moved to the city.
So she had to leave the kids in the flat alone, turned on cartoons on the telly for them and went to work, strictly forbidding anyone to open the door, because there could be thieves. During the weekends the goat came home only to feed the children.
When the goat returned, she would ring the intercom and sing:
Little goats, my dear ones!
Open up, unlock the door!
Your mummy's come back home
With some milk for you, my own.
The kid goats would hear their mother's voice through the intercom, open the automatic door. The goat would feed and water them and off she'd go again to sing in show business.
She had good reason to be afraid—in that neighbourhood there was a lonely wolf who made his living stealing. He rode around on a black Harley, spotted the goat, so trendy, a rising star, in her new beautiful car. The wolf decided to rob the goat's flat, thought she must be rich.
He heard her singing at the door and decided to do the same, ran up to the house, rang the intercom and bellowed:
Little goats, my dear ones!
Open up, unlock the door!
Your mummy's come back home
With some milk for you, my own.
Hearing the wolf's hoarse voice, the kid goats understood it wasn't their mother and didn't open the door.
The wolf looked at this situation, thought about it and went to a vocal coach who trained him to have a thin, high voice, exactly like the goat's.
He got on his motorbike, drove up to the house, hid round the corner and saw the goat leaving, giving instructions to the kid goats that if anyone else rang the door and bellowed in a hoarse voice, they should ring the police straight away.
A minute after the goat left, the wolf was already ringing the house and singing in a thin little voice:
Little goats, my dear ones!
Open up, unlock the door!
Your mummy's come back home
With some milk for you, my own.
The kid goats believed him and opened the door. The wolf ran into the flat and saw that there was nothing to take from the goat except the telly with cartoons. She turned out not to be as rich as the thief had imagined. The wolf decided to take the kid goats. What if someone needed them?! He wasn't going to eat them because he was a vegetarian. He took all of them except the smallest one, who crawled into the oven and the wolf didn't find him.
When the goat came home, no one opened the door for her, and in the empty flat she found only the youngest kid goat in the oven.
She stood at the door crying bitterly, searching in her handbag for her mobile phone, thinking of ringing the police. And then she saw a wolf pull up to the house on a Harley with six kid goats with him, in protective helmets, happy as could be, rushing to hug and kiss their mother.
They told the wolf about their hard life, that they were growing up without a father, hardly saw their mother, how she was worn out working all day long. The wolf felt sorry for them because he'd grown up without parents himself, and decided to help the goat raise the little ones.
The goat agreed, but on the condition that the wolf would stop drifting and stealing and take up something socially useful. He agreed because he was tired of his dangerous and lonely way of life.
And so they all lived together. The goat gave up her career, looked after the house and her kid goats. And the wolf himself started singing, quite successfully at that, and was quite happy that he'd found his calling and gained a real family.
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