Seven Little Goats, Dwarves and a Wolf

One morning, Mr Grey Wolf, the hero of our story, was anxiously waiting in the central office of the FairyWorks. It was a fairy-tale company and it was his first day on the job, you see.

The office was busy, and all kinds of fairy-tale folk were flowing through the corridors. A lady in glasses was patiently explaining all of his instructions to him: He needed to go straight to the house of the goat and her seven kids and she handed him a map. Finally, she stamped the last stamp on the last form and smiled:

“Good luck on your first assignment, Mr Grey!” she said.

Mr Grey was determined to do everything by the book. He rushed outside with the map in his paws, intending to get to the goats' house as soon as possible. But little did he know there were seven naughty goats peeking out from behind the curtains, watching him approach. As soon as they’d spotted the new wolf, they’d had a great idea.

They scuttled outside to their door plate that read 'SEVEN LITTLE GOATS' and taped a piece of blank paper over it. Then they drew three pig heads and scribbled 'THREE LITTLE PIGGIES.'

When Mr Grey finally arrived at the house, he read out loud: “THREE LI-TTLE PI-GGIES.”

He looked at his map, then back at the door, then back at the map and scratched his long ear. “They must have made a mistake, giving me these directions. The three little piggies are Mr Big Bad Wolf’s business. Could they have sent me to the wrong place?”

He grumbled and muttered, but eventually he decided to knock on the door after all. “Excuse me, do seven little goats live here by any chance?” he asked.

The goats quietly giggled…