I hid in the clock-case. It was the one place the wolf didn’t look. It’s because I’m so small that I could fit in the clock. By the time my mother came home, all the rest of the kids had been eaten.

“Dear Mother,” I cried when she came in. “I am in the clock-case.” She took me out and I told her what happened. You can just imagine how she wept.

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

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