Little Red Riding Hood
by Leanne Guenther
Once
upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a village near the forest.
Whenever she went out, the little girl wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in
the village called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One
morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit her
grandmother as it had been awhile since they'd seen each other.
"That's
a good idea," her mother said. So they packed a nice basket for
Little Red Riding Hood to take to her grandmother.
When
the basket was ready, the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her
mother goodbye.
"Remember,
go straight to Grandma's house," her mother cautioned. "Don't
dawdle along the way and please don't talk to strangers! The woods are
dangerous."
"Don't
worry, mommy," said Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll be careful."
But
when Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she
forgot her promise to her mother. She picked a few, watched the
butterflies flit about for awhile, listened to the frogs croaking and then
picked a few more.
Little
Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn't
notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her...
Suddenly,
the wolf appeared beside her.
"What
are you doing out here, little girl?" the wolf asked in a voice as
friendly as he could muster.
"I'm
on my way to see my Grandma who lives through the forest, near the
brook," Little Red Riding Hood replied.
Then
she realized how late she was and quickly excused herself, rushing down the
path to her Grandma's house.
The
wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut...
The
wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandma's and knocked
lightly at the door.
"Oh
thank goodness dear! Come in, come in! I was worried sick that
something had happened to you in the forest," said Grandma thinking that
the knock was her granddaughter.
The
wolf let himself in. Poor Granny did not have time to say another word,
before the wolf gobbled her up!
The
wolf let out a satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny's wardrobe to find
a nightgown that he liked. He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good
measure, dabbed some of Granny's perfume behind his pointy ears.
A few
minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door. The wolf jumped into
bed and pulled the covers over his nose. "Who is it?" he called
in a cackly voice.
"It's
me, Little Red Riding Hood."
"Oh
how lovely! Do come in, my dear," croaked the wolf.
When
Little Red Riding Hood entered the little cottage, she could scarcely recognize
her Grandmother.
"Grandmother!
Your voice sounds so odd. Is something the matter?" she asked.
"Oh,
I just have touch of a cold," squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end
to prove the point.
"But
Grandmother! What big ears you have," said Little Red Riding Hood as
she edged closer to the bed.
"The
better to hear you with, my dear," replied the wolf.
"But
Grandmother! What big eyes you have," said Little Red Riding Hood.
"The
better to see you with, my dear," replied the wolf.
"But
Grandmother! What big teeth you have," said Little Red Riding Hood
her voice quivering slightly.
"The
better to eat you with, my dear," roared the wolf and he leapt out of the
bed and began to chase the little girl.
Almost
too late, Little Red Riding Hood realized that the person in the bed was not
her Grandmother, but a hungry wolf.
She
ran across the room and through the door, shouting, "Help!
Wolf!" as loudly as she could.
A
woodsman who was chopping logs nearby heard her cry and ran towards the cottage
as fast as he could.
He
grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the poor Grandmother who was a bit frazzled
by the whole experience, but still in one piece."Oh Grandma, I was so
scared!" sobbed Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll never speak to
strangers or dawdle in the forest again."
"There,
there, child. You've learned an important lesson. Thank goodness you
shouted loud enough for this kind woodsman to hear you!"
The
woodsman knocked out the wolf and carried him deep into the forest where he
wouldn't bother people any longer.
Little
Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had a nice lunch and a long chat.
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