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,6for 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,5 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."4 One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing3, for I hear she has been very ill. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood2. This good woman had a little red1 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.
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