Mama Goat stands tall, her eyes fierce and triumphant, a wooden ladle clutched in her hoof. The air is tinged with the scent of wild herbs and the distant clatter of pots from the cottage.
Wolf, his gray fur matted and his yellow eyes narrowed, glares at his captor, occasionally rattling the bars in a last, futile show of bravado.
"Let me out, you stubborn old goat! This isn’t how things are supposed to end!"
"Oh, but it’s exactly how it should end," comes the calm, steely reply. Mama Goat sets her jaw, her gaze never wavering.
Mama Goat moves with practiced determination, tossing carrots, onions, and fragrant herbs into the pot. She glances at a battered family recipe book, flipping to the page titled “Wolf Stew—For Special Occasions.” The air hums with anticipation, punctuated by the wolf’s occasional growls from outside.
"You always thought yourself the hunter. Tonight, you’ll see how it feels to be the prey," she mutters, sharpening her cleaver with a deliberate stroke.
Mama Goat[/@ch_1] returns to the cage, her silhouette looming in the moonlight. The wolf, sensing the gravity of his fate, drops his bravado and tries another tack.]
"Wait, listen—there’s no need for this! I can help you. I know secret places in the forest, where mushrooms grow as big as your head! Let me go, and I’ll lead you there,"
"No more tricks," Mama Goat replies coldly. "You threatened my children. You will pay the price."
Mama Goat methodically prepares her ingredients, her face a mask of grim satisfaction. She lifts the heavy lid of the cauldron, steam curling around her horns. The wolf’s whimpers echo from the next room, but she steels herself, remembering every threat and chase.
"Justice, at last," she whispers, as she brings the meal to its final stage.
Little Kids[/@ch_3], wide-eyed and trembling—gather nervously around their mother.]
Mama Goat ladles steaming stew into each bowl, her voice gentle now, reassuring her family.
"You are safe, my darlings. The wolf will never bother us again," she says, embracing them close as the night deepens.
Inside, laughter and the clatter of spoons fill the air. The family savors their meal, the terror of the past replaced by warmth and relief. Mama Goat watches her children, pride and love shining in her eyes, as justice is finally served.
