Once upon a time there was a kind, pretty mother goat with three little kids: Shangul, Mangul and Habbeh-Angur, "little grape". They lived in a small, warm house beside the forest.
One morning the mother was hungry and her kids wanted fresh milk. "I'm going to the meadow to bring grass," she said. "Don't open the door until I come back. There is a wolf in the forest, so be careful."
"When I come back I'll sing this song: Shangul, Mangul, open the door. It's your mother, I've brought milk and fresh grass. When you hear that, open the door." She kissed them and went.
The kids stayed home and played. A hungry wolf was watching from between the trees, and he had heard the song. "I'll sing that same song," he said to himself, and crept to the door.
He sang in a thick, deep voice: "Shangul, Mangul, open the door. It's your mother, I've brought milk and fresh grass." His voice was like a growl, not like the mother's. The kids listened behind the door.
Shangul shook his head. "No, your voice is far too deep." "You're not our mother," said Mangul. "We won't open the door," said Habbeh-Angur. The wolf growled angrily and went away.
He went and ate a bowl of honey, and his voice became soft and thin and sweet. Then he dipped his paw in flour until it was white, white, just like the mother's foot. Now, he thought, the kids would be fooled.
He came back and sang softly: "Shangul, Mangul, open the door. It's your mother, I've brought milk and fresh grass." The kids saw the white paw under the door, thought it was their mother, and opened it.
The wolf leapt in and the kids screamed. He grabbed Shangul and Mangul and put them in a sack. But Habbeh-Angur ran and hid at the back of the cold, unlit oven. The wolf did not find her, picked up the sack and left.
The mother came home and found the door open. She called, but nobody answered. Then a tiny voice came from the oven: Habbeh-Angur, who told her everything.
The mother followed the wolf's tracks and found him under a big tree. "Give my kids back, you wicked wolf." The wolf laughed. "I won't." The mother grew angry and lowered her horns.
She rammed her horns hard into the wolf's side. He rolled over and the sack fell from his hands and opened, and the kids jumped out. Shangul and Mangul were safe and laughing. The wolf got up in fright and ran.
He ran so far that he never came back. The mother hugged all three of her kids tightly and covered them in kisses. Then they went back to their little house, and that night they drank milk together, side by side, and laughed.