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III . A Piece of Chalk The wolf walks into the village . He is thinking hard . “ My voice is rough , ” he says to himself . “ So the little goats know me . I need a soft voice . How can I make my voice soft ? ” Then he has an idea . He goes into a small shop . The man in the shop sees the wolf , and his face goes white . He is very afraid . “ Good day , ” says the wolf . “ I want some chalk . Give me a big piece . ” Chalk is white and soft . Teachers write on the board with it . “ Chalk ? ” asks the man . “ Do you want to write something ? ” “ That is none of your business , ” says the wolf . “ Give me the biggest piece in your shop . ” The man gives him a big piece of chalk . The wolf puts a coin on the table . Then he goes out of the shop . Outside , he opens his mouth , and he eats the chalk . Crunch , crunch , crunch . It is dry , and it does not taste good . But he eats all of it . Then he tries his voice . “ Hello , my dear children , ” he says . His voice is soft now ! It is soft and sweet , like the voice of the mother goat . The wolf smiles . He runs back to the little house , and he knocks at the door . Knock , knock , knock ! “ Open the door , dear children , ” he calls . “ Your mother is here . I have a present for each of you . ” Inside the house the kids listen . “ That is a soft voice , ” says the second kid . He gets up from the bed . “ It is Mother ! Let’s open the door . ” “ Yes ! ” says the fourth kid . “ Mother has presents for us ! ” The oldest kid walks to the door . She puts her hand on the key . But the fifth kid looks at the window . Her eyes are big . “ Stop ! ” she cries . “ Look at the window ! ” They all look . There is a foot against the window . It is a big foot with long nails . And it is black ! The wolf is standing at the window . He does not know it , but they can see his foot . The oldest kid takes her hand off the key . “ We will not open the door ! ” she cries . “ Our mother does not have black feet like you . You are the wolf ! ” “ Go away ! ” cry all the kids together . The wolf looks at his black foot . He is very , very angry . But he goes away again . In the house the kids sit down on the floor . Their hearts are beating fast . “ He had a soft voice , ” says the third kid . “ How is that possible ? ” “ He is clever , ” says the oldest kid . “ Mother said so . He plays tricks . ” “ But we are clever too , ” says the fifth kid . “ We saw his foot . ” The youngest kid says nothing . He sits near the clock , and he listens to it . Tick , tock . Tick , tock . IV . The Baker and the Miller The wolf runs through the village . “ Now my voice is soft , ” he says to himself . “ But my feet are black . I need white feet . Where can I get white feet ? ” He comes to a baker’s shop . The baker is a big man with a white hat . He makes bread and cakes . It is warm in his shop , and it smells good . “ Baker , ” says the wolf , “ I hurt my feet . Please put some dough on them . It will help . ”
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