Carigan walked back to the bushling and stuck her burned forefinger into her mouth again. She now had to tell William a bed time story. She sat down on the ground, cross legged, and pulled out a big leather bound book from her bag.

"Grimm's Fairy Stories." She said after pulling her finger from her mouth. "Once upon a time there was a goat with seven children. One day the wolf went out to do her shopping and left her children behind. Shortly after the goat left a wolf came along to the house and knocked on the door. The eldest being very smart looked through the small window and saw that it was a wolf. He told everyone to find a hiding place. The wolf soon came to the big side window of the house and broke into the house. He found every single child, except for the very youngest, who hid in the big grandfather clock. Carigan began, she remembered this story well from her childhood so she barely had to look at the book. The wolf, because he was so hungry, gobbled up all six children whole. He then felt sleepy so he left the house and went to have a nap on a grassy hill side.

Carigan took a deep breath before continuing the story, The old goat arrived back to the house with her shopping to find that her children were missing. She looked around the entire house and found her youngest in the grandfather clock. He told her the entire story of what had happened. She looked out the big window and saw the wolf, asleep on the hillside, his belly full and she could see her children struggling to get out. She took up her sewing sheers and her needle and thread and went to the hillside. She cut the wolf open and all six of the children leaped from the wolfs stomach, completely unharmed. She then placed six stones where her children had once been and sewed the wolf back up. Carigan smiled at the fireseed bushling before continuing.

When the wolf woke up, the stones in his belly made him very thirsty. He went to the well to get a drink but the weight of the stones made him fall into the well, where he drowned. The entire goat family came to the well and danced and were merry because the nasty old wolf was dead at last." She finished. She knew the Grimm fairy stories were a little, well, grim. But they were classics. She stood up and said goodbye to her fireseed bushling and gave the ivy another thankful pat before leaving.