Once upon a time, there was a goat who had two little kids named Aazza and Maazouza. They lived together in a house in the middle of the forest.

Every day, the mother goat would go out to graze, and in the evening, she would return home, bringing grass and water for her children.
Whenever she arrived at the door, she would call out:
“Aazza and Maazouza, open the door, I have come... I brought water in my wattles...I brought milk in my udders...I brought grass between my horns”
The two little goats would then open the door for their mother, and she would come inside and feed them until they were full.

Every time she left the house, she would warn them not to open the door for anyone unless they heard her voice and saw her legs underneath the door.

One day, a wolf was hiding behind a tree and overheard everything. As soon as the goat had gone away from the house, he covered his legs with flour….

and hurried to their door. He knocked on it.

The two little goats ran to the door and asked:
"Who is knocking at the door?"
The wolf replied in his voice:
“Aazza and Maazouza, open the door, I have come... I brought water in my wattles...I brought milk in my udders...I brought grass between my horns”
The two little goats answered: "No, that is not our mother's voice. Your voice is rough."

Then Aazza spoke again and said: "Show us your legs from underneath the door so we can see them."
The wolf stretched out his legs.

Aazza said:
"Those are not our mother's legs. Your legs are rough, you are the wolf."
But foolish little Maazouza acted too quickly and opened the door.

The wolf immediately pounced on her and ate her. Then he looked around for Aazza, but he could not find her because she had hidden in a place where he could not see her.

The wolf ran away before their mother returned.

When the mother goat came back home, she called out as usual. Aazza opened the door for her and she entered the house. But when she came inside, she found only Aazza there. Maazouza was nowhere to be seen.
Aazza began to cry and told her mother everything that had happened.

The goat was horrified.

She rushed out of the house, searching for the wolf. She found him lying beneath a tree, fast asleep.

She struck his belly with her horns, splitting it open. Maazouza came out when his belly opened. Then the goat filled the wolf's belly with stones.

When the wolf woke up, he went to the river to drink some water. As he leaned over, he fell into the river and drowned.

The mother goat then took her two daughters and returned home, and they lived happily ever after.