As she went she amused herself by gathering nuts, running after the butterflies, and making nosegays of the wild flowers she found." ![]() The Wolf set off running with all his might by the shorter road, and the little girl continued on her way by the longer road. I will go by this path, and you by that path, and we will see who gets there first." "Well now," said the Wolf, "I think I shall go and see her too. "Oh yes," replied Little Red Riding Hood "it is yonder by the mill which you can see right below there, and it is the first house in the village." "Does she live far away?" asked the Wolf. "I am going to see my grandmother, and I am taking her a cake and a pot of butter which my mother has sent to her." The poor child, not knowing that it was dangerous to stop and listen to a wolf, said: He would have very much liked to eat her, but dared not to on account of some wood-cutters who were in the forest. On her way through a wood she met old Father Wolf. Red Riding Hood set off at once for the house of her grandmother, who lived in another village. Take her a cake and this little pot of butter." "Go and see how your grandmother is, for I have been told that she is ill. One day her mother, who had just baked some cakes, said to her: Her grandmother was even fonder, and made her a little red hood, which became her so well that everywhere she went by the name of Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, “Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come get into bed with me.ONCE upon a time there was a little village girl, the prettiest that had ever been seen. Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, “Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.” Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, “It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you.” He then shut the door and got into the grandmother’s bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap. The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it been more than three days since he had eaten. The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, “Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up.” “Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood,” replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice “who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother.” It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman’s house. The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. ![]() I’ll go this way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first.” “Well,” said the wolf, “and I’ll go and see her too. “Oh I say,” answered Little Red Riding Hood “it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village.” The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, “I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother.” Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village.Īs she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter.” One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, “Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. Her mother was excessively fond of her and her grandmother doted on her still more. ![]() Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. The story is a European folk tale, this version retold by Charles Perrault. Little Red Riding Hood is a timeless classic children’s story about little red riding hood and the wolf.
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