When the wolf came in through the door, all seven of us kids scattered. We hid everywhere we could find. I got into the clock-case, and it was the one place the wolf didn’t look. By the time my mother came home, the wolf had eaten everyone but me.

I whimpered from the clock-case, and my mother released me. I told her what happened. You can just imagine how she wept.

Then we went out to the meadow to find that wolf.

The Youngest Kid in The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids, Grimms. Vintage illustration, artist unknown.