The Littlest Goat #flashfiction

This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes the littlest Christmas goat. Who does the goat belong to? What is happening? Go where the prompt leads!

When I thought of goats, children and stories, I thought of one of my least favourite children’s stories: The Wolf and the Seven Little Kids. I’ve written about it before, explained why I disliked it, and even wrote another flash fiction in response to one of Charli’s prompts about it.

There was nothing else for it. I had to attack it again in another way, hoping to put it in a more positive light. I hope you like it.

The Littlest Goat

“You’re too little.”

The all-too-familiar chorus stung but he determined to show them size didn’t matter; not the way they thought.

Before long, opportunity came knocking.

The others were too stupid to check before opening the door, too slow to escape the intruder and too big to hide. The littlest one watched from the grandfather clock as the wolf devoured them one by one.

When Mother returned from Christmas shopping, the littlest goat told all. Together, they found the greedy wolf and rescued his brothers.

The littlest goat showed that being clever, quick and brave beat size any day.

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32 thoughts on “The Littlest Goat #flashfiction

  1. Pingback: The Littlest Christmas Goat « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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    How did they get rescued if the wolf devoured them ?
    Or were some not devoured?
    Anyhow – cute theme to remind that size doesn’t matter when it comes to being clever and paying attention

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    1. Norah Post author

      That’s a good question, Yvette, and makes me realise I should have explained in this post. I didn’t as I had done so in the previous on that I linked to.
      In the original fairy tale, the wolf devoured all the kids whole (except for the littlest one). When mum came home, she cut him open and all the kids popped out alive and well. They filled his stomach with rocks, sewed him up and threw him in the river. Ghastly story on many levels, in my opinion.

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