Once upon a time, in a thick, green forest, there lived a mommy goat and her seven little goats. They lived in a cozy, little house made of straw and wood. Every morning, mommy goat would go to work, leaving her seven little ones home alone.

The little goats were always careful when their mother was away. They knew the dangers of the forest, and the most dangerous of all was the Big Bad Wolf. He was always lurking, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

One day, while mommy goat was away, the Big Bad Wolf came to their house. He knocked on the door, disguising his voice to sound like the mother goat. "Little goats, let me in," he called.

The little goats were cautious. "No," they chorused. "Your voice is too deep. You're not our mommy. Go away!" The wolf grumbled, frustrated, but he was not easily defeated.

He went away and thought of a new plan. He decided to go to the bakery and eat some bread to soften his voice. When he returned, his voice was softer. He knocked again, "Little goats, let me in."

This time, his voice sounded more like their mother's. But the youngest goat noticed something strange. "Your feet are not white like our mother's," he said. "You are the wolf. Go away!"

The wolf was taken aback but realized his mistake. He ran to the nearest mill, grabbed some flour, and dusted his feet to make them look white. He returned to the goat's house, confident of his new disguise.

This time, the little goats were fooled. They saw the white feet and heard the soft voice and thought it was their mother. They opened the door, only to be met with the hungry eyes of the Big Bad Wolf.

The goats ran in every direction. Six of them hid in the couch, while the smallest one, the youngest, hid inside the clock. The wolf, with his sharp eyes and keen nose, found the six goats in the couch.

One by one, he gobbled them up, his belly getting bigger with each gulp. The youngest goat, hidden in the clock, watched in horror. He was too scared to move, hoping that the wolf wouldn't find him.

The wolf, now satisfied and full, left the house. He went to a shady spot near a well and fell into a deep sleep. His loud snores echoed through the forest, reaching the ears of the youngest goat who was still hiding.

When the youngest goat saw that the wolf was asleep, he came out of his hiding place. He was scared and alone, but he knew he had to save his brothers. He thought hard and came up with a plan.

He carefully approached the sleeping wolf and cut open his belly with a pair of sharp scissors. To his relief, his brothers jumped out one by one, unharmed. They were scared but relieved to be free.

Then, they filled the wolf's belly with large, heavy stones. They sewed him up again, and ran back to their house, leaving the sleeping wolf oblivious to what had happened.