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Once upon a time there was a little girl who was loved by everybody. She lived with her mother in a house on the edge of a woods. One of the people who loved this little girl best in all the world was her grandmother. One day Grandmother made for this little girl, a cape. It had a red hood. It was all red and the little girl wore it all the time. So she became known as little Red Riding Hood. One day, Little Red Riding Hood's mother said to her, "Red Riding Hood, Grandmother is sick. Will you please take her some cookies and soup that I have made? I know it will make her feel better to see you, and these may help, too." "Oh, certainly," said Red Riding Hood. And she took the basket with the soup and cookies, and she set off for her grandmother's house. Now her grandmother lived just on the other side of the woods. Little Red Riding Hood went toward the path that led to her grandmother's, when she spotted some flowers growing. "Oh, these would be nice for grandmother," thought Red Riding Hood. And so she put down the basket, knelt down, and began picking the flowers. Somebody was watching Red Riding Hood as she picked those flowers. That somebody was a wolf, and he was very, very hungry. He had not eaten for three whole days. "Yummy! Yummy. That little girl looks tasty," said the wolf to himself. But then he heard some wood cutters cutting down trees and he thought, "I'd better not do anything now." And instead very quietly he walked out of the woods and greeted Red Riding Hood. "Good day! And what are you doing?" "Oh! Good day, sir. I'm picking some flowers to take to my grandmother. She's sick." "Oh, what a nice thing to do," said the wolf, "Where does your grandmother live?" "Oh, just through the woods. You know, the house with the mulberry trees around it? "Yes. Indeed I do," thought the wolf, "And if I'm very clever, I can have a meal of Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, too." "Red Riding Hood," said the wolf, "I know where there are some even lovelier flowers. If you will go on that path through the woods, you'll find a clearing where you can get her some special, special flowers." "Oh, thank you," said Red Riding Hood and she got the basket, finished with those flowers that she had, and set off on the path toward the clearing. The wolf set out on the path to the grandmother's house, quick as he could go. Knock, knock, knock. "Who's there? Cough. Cough." said Grandmother. "It is I, Red Riding Hood!" said the wolf in his best Red Riding Hood voice. "It is I, Little Red Riding Hood." "Oh, Red Riding Hood. Just lift the latch, open the door and come in."
The wolf came in and he jumped on the bed and he ate the grandmother up.
Then he put on her clothes, crawled into bed, and waited. Pretty soon there was a knock at the door. "Who's there?" "It is I, Red Riding Hood." "Red Riding Hood, how nice to see you, said the wolf, Just lift the latch and come in, my dear." Red Riding Hood came into her grandmother's house. Oh! Grandmother looked terrible. "Grandmother," said Red Riding Hood, "What big eyes you have!" "All the better to see you with, my dear. Come a little closer." "Grandmother, what big ears you have!" "The better to hear you with, my dear. Come a little closer." "Grandmother, what big teeth you have!" "The better to eat you with, my dear!" said the wolf. And he gobbled her up. Then quite full of Grandmother and Red Riding Hood, that wolf went to sleep. He began to snore loudly. Oh, he made a terrible noise. So much so that a wood cutter walking past Grandmother's house came in to see. He opened the door and saw that wolf there sleeping in the grandmother's bed. He pulled out his knife, cut open the wolf's stomach, and pulled out the grandmother. And then he pulled out Red Riding Hood. They came out whole because the wolf had been so hungry, he'd eaten them whole. That was the end of the wolf. Red Riding Hood, Grandmother, and the wood cutter sat down to the table and had some soup and cookies, and they enjoyed the flowers. Then it was time for Red Riding Hood to go home. She kissed her grandmother good-bye and walked quickly along the path that led to her house. When she got home, her mother was so glad to see her. And from that day forward, Red Riding Hood has never spoken to a wolf again.
