The wolf, his tummy and the seven little kids

Nicholas Chiu January 2, 2018
Animals
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    Far away in a kingdom of colourful leaves
    There laid a village of nothing but thieves
    Stealing and tricking was how they roll
    It seemed to many that they have no soul

    This town of trickery was home too, to wailing youths
    Who were told by parents some terrible truths
    That staying at home was all they had
    As life in the streets was just too bad

    Among the chaos was a wolf of young age
    And all the dangers around had filled him with rage
    For he longed to go out and return by midday
    But forever told by papa that “no kid needs play ”

    But all that banning that little wolf faced
    Had done nothing but ended in waste
    For one night he made some adventurous vows
    That he would venture and explore his village’s wows

    He crept out of his bed then out of his room
    Then he had himself fed then he left in a zoom
    The outside was terribly windy and chillingly cold
    But that didn’t stop the wolf from losing his bold

    He walked and walked and further he got
    He noticed that miserable youths, there was quite a lot
    But beside them all was a fearfulness fox
    And he stole from the youths their smelly brown socks

    Angry indeed did little wolf feel
    That he approached the fox with a wonderful deal
    That he must return those socks from his terrible steal
    And be given in return a marvellous meal

    The fox laughed and agreed at the speed of a blink
    And asked as well, for a hot tasty drink
    The wolf looked at the youths, then their blister-filled feet
    He knew he must make the fox, some delicious food to eat

    He dashed to the market as fast as he goes
    But not long on his way he suddenly froze
    He forgot that nothing in life was ever once free
    He had no silver or gold but his rusty home key

    The wolf was too scared to return with no meal
    But he couldn’t bear that fox’s terrible steal
    So he dashed back home ignoring the cold
    He knew he had to take from home, some silver or gold

    So he went back home and creaked open the door
    But to his surprise he saw on the floor
    A coin, some bread and a glass of tea
    He placed the loafs on a bowl, and left in quite some glee

    So he walked and walked and further he got
    Then found the fox with those pairs of socks
    He approached the fox with his wonderful meal
    So he can return those socks from his terrible steal

    But that fox kept the socks that he wrongfully stole
    And snatched from the wolf his drink and his bowl
    He then ran and dashed and leapt away
    Leaving the little wolf in quite some dismay

    Fed up indeed he made a new vow
    That he shall leave, and explore another village’s wows
    So little wolf headed up north, and farewelled his home
    Then he headed to west and began his roam

    He swam the river and crossed the trees
    He walked the heat and ran the breeze
    He upped the hills and jumped the twigs

    Until he came across a wonderful town
    Filled with youths that were free of frowns
    But whilst walking ahead with his sweaty brown paws
    He found many foxes with sharp horrible claws

    How scary he thought as he dashed further down
    He then spotted a cottage that was painted in brown
    He peeked in the window with his circular eyes
    And saw a family that was massive in size

    He counted them all
    With his great big paws
    He saw seven young goats
    With a great old mam

    But mother goat saw him as well
    And she ran to her goats and fearfully yelled
    ‘A wolf, it’s a wolf, it’s a dangerous one
    Near it not, or it won’t be fun’

    A while later, with his cylindrical snout
    He smelt that mother goat alone was walking out
    The wolf wondered as he hid in some boxes
    Why leave your seven goats alone, in this place of nasty foxes

    This village as he had previously saw
    Was home to many foxes of razor-sharp claws
    So he made a new vow as he leapt out of the boxes
    That he shall protect the seven kids from those hideous foxes

    He dashed to the cottage then pummelled their door
    He took a big breath, and said in one roar
    ‘Open the door and let your mother through
    I brought something back for each of you’

    He clenched his paws and lifted a smile
    Then waited for the kids in a friendly looking style
    But instead of going inside, then protecting them all
    He heard a reply from behind the door

    ‘We will not open the door
    As your voice was rough, when you unpleasantly roared
    Our mother has a soft and pleasant voice,
    You are that wolf, who would never rejoice’

    Never ever had little wolf thought
    That those seven young kids, would have him shamefully caught
    So he thought himself into having some chalk
    For it would smoothen his voice, when he goes back to talk

    And so he got back to town and went to a store
    Then found some chalks that were packed in fours
    He happily paid with his coin, as they were perfect in size
    Then he swallowed them all, in just two tries

    He dashed and dashed and left the town
    Then went to the cottage that was painted in brown
    Exhausted by far he walked to the door
    And knocked with the nails that was on his paws

    ‘Open the door and let me through
    I bought something back for each of you’
    But instead of going inside and protecting them all
    He heard another reply from behind the door

    ‘We will not open the door
    For we saw your rusty black paws
    Our mother has no black but white feet
    You’re just the wolf, that likes to cheat’

    And so he got back to town, and went to a baker
    He asked for some dough, then hurried the maker
    And when he got for himself some pile of dough
    He smacked it all over his ten big toes

    Then he went to a miller just across the street
    And demanded to strew on his blister-filled feet
    A roll of white meal that covers the dough
    And with some persuading, he got them on his toes

    He walked and walked and left the town
    Then went to the cottage that was painted in brown
    At last he thought as he went to the door
    And knocked with the nails that was on his paws

    “Open the door and let me through
    I bought something back for each of you”
    This time round, the door opened with a creaked
    Then he saw the seven young goats and their deafening squeaks

    But as he covered his ears he thought of a plan
    That would protect those goats, from even foxes in clans
    All he needed was to swallow the goats
    And bite them not as they fall down his throat

    Then the seven young goats would be wonderfully safe
    As they would be hidden from foxes, that were very unsafe
    And they would stay unharmed in little wolf’s tummy
    With no pains or scratches as they wait for their mummy

    And later in the day, when comes their mother
    He shall ask the goats to hold each other
    Then he would gently pick one up
    And then the others would slowly follow up

    And because the wolf would swallow them all
    But wouldn’t bite nor chew nor give them a gnaw
    The goats would stay alive and move in his belly
    Hidden from foxes, which were rather smelly

    So little wolf chased the panicky goats
    And with care, he dropped them in his throat
    Until the sixth goat had entered his belly
    That he felt like his tummy was nothing but jelly

    He knew he couldn’t fit anymore
    So he turned around and headed for the door
    Then went by a tree to go for a break
    And smiled when he felt his stomach shake

    Then little wolf waited for their mummy
    So he could return the goats that were under his tummy
    And wasn’t he delighted to see that the six goats
    Were swallowed correctly and alive in his tummy

    But all those moving goats had little wolf tired
    For it felt like a massage that he long desired
    So he drifted off to a very deep sleep
    While his body was moving a heap

    Then when hours had past and the wolf awoke
    He became very frightened and began to choke
    As he found that his stomach was nothing but stones
    Then let out a tear as it hurt his bones

    The wolf had never wanted water so bad
    And the thirst had made him quite mad
    So he ran to a well with his tummy of stones
    But fell under the weight of his poor creaking bones

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