Once upon a time there was a goat and seven kid goats. It was difficult for her to raise the children on her own, she worked in show business, sang, but her creative career wasn't going particularly well, 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 greatly with the household and the kid goats.
The goat had to work without days off. On weekdays she took the kid goats to nursery school. But what was she to do with them at 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 kid goats in the flat on their own, switched on cartoons on the television 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:
Kid goats, little ones!
Open up, unlock the door!
Your mummy has come home
And brought you some milk.
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, for in that neighbourhood there prowled a lonely wolf who made his living by theft. He drove past on a black Harley, spotted the goat, so fashionable, a rising star, in a new beautiful car. The Wolf decided to rob the goat's flat, thinking she was rich.
He heard her singing at the door and decided to do the same, ran up to the house, rang the intercom and bellowed:
Kid goats, little ones!
Open up, unlock the door!
Your mummy has come home
And brought you some milk.
Hearing the wolf's hoarse voice, the kid goats realised 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-pitched voice, exactly like the goat's.
He got on his motorcycle, drove up to the house, hid round the corner and saw the goat coming out, giving instructions to the kid goats that if anyone else rang the door and bellowed in a hoarse voice, they should immediately call the police.
A minute after the goat had left, the wolf was already ringing the house and singing in a thin, high voice:
Kid goats, little ones!
Open up, unlock the door!
Your mummy has come home
And brought you some milk.
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 television 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 planning to eat them, as he was a vegetarian. He took all of them except the smallest one, who had 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 calling the police. And then she saw a wolf pull up to the house on a Harley with six kid goats, all wearing protective helmets, happy and rushing to embrace and kiss their mother.
They told the wolf about their difficult life, that they were growing up without a father, hardly saw their mother, how she was worn out working all day. The wolf felt sorry for them, because he had 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 give up wandering 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, devoted herself to the house and her kid goats. And the wolf himself began to sing, and quite successfully at that, and was quite content that he had found his calling and gained a real family.
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