So the Wolf went to a shop and bought a great piece of chalk, which he ate, and by that means rendered his voice more gentle. Then he came back, knocked at the hut door, and called out, “Open, my dear children, your mother has come home and has brought you each something.” But the Wolf has placed his lack paws upon the windowsill; so the Goats saw them and replied. “No, we will not open the door; our mother has not black feet : you are a Wolf.”