狼和七只小羊|The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats经典英文绘本

狼和七只小羊|The Wolf and the Seven Little Goats

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每天五分钟听经典英文故事,读绘本,磨耳朵。大灰狼三次伪装骗开门,最小的羊躲进钟盒活下来,山羊妈妈剪开狼肚救回六只小羊。

Mother Goat stood by the door and said the same thing seven times,once for each of her kids

"Don't open the door while I'm away,not for anyone"

"Even if the voice sounds sweet,watch out for the Big Bad Wolf"

"He can soften his voice,but his throat stays rough"

"He can wash his paws,but they stay black"

"Listen,look,you'll know it's him"

She shut the door and walked into the woods

The seven little goats stayed in the house

They looked at one another and stayed very quiet

Soon the doorbell rang

"Kids,I'm homeopen the door"

The voice was deep and rough,like stones scraping on the ground

The biggest kid pressed close to the crack in the door and whispered,"That's not Mama"

"Mama's voice isn't that rough"

They all called out,"Your voice is too rough"

"You're the big bad wolf,we won't open"

The wolf stomped his feet outside and left in a huff

But he didn't go far

He remembered what the little goats had said

He wanted a softer voice

So he went and found some chalk and gobbled it up

He coughed and coughed

When he spoke again,his voice really had turned soft and sweet

So he came back and called in a gentle,silky tone,"Good children,it's me,Mama"

"Open the door"

One little kid softened and reached for the latch

But the smallest one ran over and peeked through the crack in the door

A black paw rested right by the window

He gasped and pulled back

"Your paw is black,that's not Mama"

"Mama's paws aren't black"

And the house went quiet again

The wolf came back a third time

This time he found the miller

He spoke harshly and made the miller roll his paw in white flour

The black paw turned white,as white as if it had been washed

The wolf turned and pressed a white paw against the crack in the door

"See,Mama's paws are white"

"Now you can open up"

Six little goats believed him

The smallest one shook his head,but no one listened

The door opened

The wolf lunged inside

The little house burst into chaos

Goats dashed under the bed

Goats leapt to the window

Goats squeezed into the chimney

But that big wide mouth opened and closed,and one by one,six little goats went into the dark belly,too fast to even kick their legs

Only the smallest one,the one nobody could watch,crept up the wall and slipped into the clock case

He curled into a ball and held his breath

The wolf licked his lips and walked out the front door

The house went suddenly,terribly still

When Mother Goat came home,the door hung open

The sheet was torn

The chairs were tipped over

The bowls were smashed

She called their names,once,twice,her voice trembling more each time

The room was empty and quiet,except from the farthest corner came a tiny sob

It was the smallest goat,the one in the clock case

He climbed out and threw himself into his mother's arms

He told her,crying,how the door was opened and how the wolf came in

Then he asked,"Mama,are they still alive"

Mother Goat didn't stop to cry

She took the little goat and went out to look

Under a big tree on the hillside,the big bad wolf was sleeping,snoring hard

His belly bulged like a pot,rising and falling

Mother Goat told the smallest kid to wait outside

She tiptoed over and pressed close to the wolf's belly

The scissors came down

One cut

First a pair of black little ears popped out

Two cuts

Then a woolly little head

Three cuts

Four cuts

The six little goats bounced out of the wolf's belly,one by one,surprised and overjoyed,hugging one another

Mother Goat gathered a big pile of stones

She filled the wolf's belly with them,and sewed it shut with a needle and thread

When she was done,she led all seven kids back home,tiptoeing quietly

The wolf slept until evening and woke up thirsty

He went to the well to drink

The stones in his belly hung heavy and made his front legs weak

He leaned over one more inch,and the stones pulled him down

There was a splash,a big gulp,and the water rose high

The big bad wolf never came up again

Mother Goat stood by the well with her seven kids and watched for a little while

Then she closed the door and went home

And the smallest goat,who used to fear the clock case,now bounded up to it first and set his little pillow just right