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At length in her grief she went out, and the youngest kid ran

with her. When they came to the meadow, there lay the wolf by the

tree and snored so loud that the branches shook. She looked at

him on every side and saw that something was moving and

struggling in his gorged belly. 'Ah, heavens,' she said, 'is it

possible that my poor children whom he has swallowed down for his

supper, can be still alive?' Then the kid had to run home and

fetch scissors, and a needle and thread, and the goat cut open

the monster's stomach, and hardly had she made one cut, than one

little kid thrust its head out, and when she had cut farther, all

six sprang out one after another, and were all still alive, and

had suffered no injury whatever, for in his greediness the

monster had swallowed them down whole. What rejoicing there was!

They embraced their dear mother, and jumped like a tailor at his

wedding.