Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red and the Wolf

This text is basically the “Little Red Cap” from the Brothers Grimm, with a few modifications.

Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet with a hood, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. So she was always called Little Red Riding Hood.

One day her mother said, “Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a basket with some fruits and cake. Take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and do not run off the path, or you may get hurt.”

“I will take great care,” said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother.

The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Little Red did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.

“Good-day, Little Red Riding Hood,” said he.

“Thank you Mr. Wolf.”

“Where do you go so early?”

“To my grandmother’s.”

“What have you got in your basket?”

“Fruits and cake for my poor sick grandmother.”

“Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?”

“A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood. Her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below. You surely must know it,” replied Little Red Riding Hood.

The wolf thought to himself, “What a tender young creature. What a nice plump mouthful, she surely must taste better than the old woman. I want to eat both, so I must act craftily.”

So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Riding Hood, and then he said, “See how pretty the flowers are right there? Don’t you think your grandmother would love some of those lovely flowers?”

Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and she saw the most beautiful flowers growing a little ways from the path. She thought they would be a lovely gift to her grandmother.

“It is so early in the day that I shall still have time to gather some flowers and yet get to grandma in good time,” said Little Red.

She began to get flowers and soon enough she ran farther from the path into the wood to look for more flowers. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, getting deeper and deeper into the wood.

Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother’s house and knocked at the door.

“Who is there?” asked the old lady.

“Little Red Riding Hood,” replied the wolf with a soft voice. “I’m bringing fruits and cake for you. Open the door.”

“Just lift the latch, the door is not locked,” called out the grandmother, “I am too weak, and cannot get up.”

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother’s bed, and devoured her in one gulp. Then he dressed himself in her gown, put on her cap and laid himself in bed.

Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.

She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went into the room she had a strange uneasy feeling.

She called out, “Good morning,” but received no answer. So she went to the bed. There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.

“Oh, grandmother,” she said, “what big ears you have.”

“The better to hear you with, my dear,” was the reply.

“But, grandmother, what big eyes you have,” she said.

“The better to see you with, my dear.”

“Grandmother, what big nose you have,” she said.

“The better to smell you with, my dear.”

“But, grandmother, what large hands you have.”

“The better to hug you with, my dear.”

“Oh, but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have.”

“The better to eat you with.”

And scarcely had the wolf said this, then with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Little Red Riding Hood in one gulp.

When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he felt very full and heavy so he decided to lie down again in the bed to take a nap. He quickly fell asleep and began to snore very loudly.

The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself, “How loud the old woman is snoring. I must just see if everything is all right.”

So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it. “Do I find you here, you disgusting scum,” he said, “I have long sought you.”

Then just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf. When he had made two snips, he saw the little red hood shining, and then he made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying,

“Ah, how frightened I have been. How dark it was inside the wolf.”

And after that the poor grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to breathe.

The huntsman asked Little Red Riding Hood to quickly fetch some big stones, which she did. They filled the wolf’s belly with them.
When the wolf awoke, he was very thirsty and went to a nearby river to drink some water. When he bent down to drink the heavy stones made him fall in the river and he drowned.

Then all three, who were spying in the distance, were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf’s skin and went home with it. The grandmother ate the fruits and cake and felt much better, and Little Red Riding Hood went home and told her mother of all that happened.

A few weeks later Little Red Riding Hood was again taking fruits and cakes to the old grandmother, when another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice her to pick up flowers to the grandmother. The girl said yes, however, she did not pick up any flowers, and rand to grandma’s house. She told her that she had met a wolf with a wicked look in his eyes, who tried to trick her out of the path.

“Well, said the grandmother,” we will lock the door, that he may not come in.

Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and said, “Open the door Grandmother, this is Little Red Riding Hood, and am bringing you a basket with some treats.”

But she did not speak, or open the door, so the wolf realized the little girl might have arrived and warned the grandmother. He strolled twice or thrice round the house, and at last jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Little Red Riding Hood went home in the evening. He would then follow her and devour her in the darkness.

But the grandmother was wise and figured out the wolf’s plan. Right by the house was a great stone trough, so she said to her granddaughter, “I made some sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough. Be careful so the wolf don’t see you” Little Red carried until the great trough was quite full.

The smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down from the roof, head first, straight into the great trough, and died.

Little Red Riding Hood and her grandma celebrated their clever plan with fruits and cake for they were able to trick a wicked wolf.

Little Red Riding Hood went joyously home and she lived happily ever after.

The End

 

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