Your fairytale feast comes to an end!

You slump down against the tree (which creaks due to your weight) and fall fast asleep.

A little while later you have a hoffifying thought. Wasn't this how the wolf was caught? You open your eyes and find your realization was too late! Your hands are tied and your feet are staked to the ground. Standing over you is a tearful Mother Goat and rather worryingly, the woodcutter you thought you had avoided.

"I'm going to chop your head off and cut your belly open!" he says "But not nessiserarely in that order!"

How are you getting out of this one?

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