LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
THERE WAS once a sweet little maid, much beloved by
everybody, but most of all by her grandmother, who never knew
how to make enough of her. Once, she sent her a little riding hood
of red velvet, and as it was very becoming to her, and she never
wore anything else, people called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her mother said to her, “Come, Little Red Riding Hood,
here are some cakes and a flask of wine for you to take to
grandmother; she is weak and ill, and they will do her good. Make
haste and start before it grows hot, and walk properly and nicely,
and don’t run, or you might fall and break the flask of wine, and
there would be none left for grandmother. And when you go into
her room, don’t forget to say good morning, instead of staring
about you.” “I will be sure to take care,” said Little Red Riding
Hood to her mother, and gave her hand upon it.
Now the grandmother lived away in the wood, half an hour’s walk
from the village; and when Little Red Riding Hood had reached
the wood, she met the wolf; but as she did not know what a bad
sort of animal he was, she did not feel frightened.
“Good day, Little Red Riding Hood,” said he. “Thank you kindly,
wolf,” answered she. “Where are you going so early, Little Red
Riding Hood?” “To my grandmother’s.” “What are you carrying
under your apron?” “Cakes and wine; we baked yesterday, and
my grandmother is frail and ill so that they will do her good
and strengthen her.” “Where does your grandmother live, Little
Red Riding Hood?” “A quarter of an hour’s walk from here; her
the house stands beneath the three oak trees, and you may know it by
the hazel bushes,” said Little Red Riding Hood.
The wolf thought to himself, “That tender young thing would be a
delicious morsel, and would taste better than the old one; I must
manage somehow to get both of them.” Then he walked by Little
Red Riding Hood a little while, and said, “Little Red Riding Hood,
just look at the pretty flowers that are growing all around you, and I
don’t think you are listening to the song of the birds; you are
posting along just as if you were going to school, and it is so
delightful out here in the wood.” Little Red Riding Hood glanced
round her, and when she saw the sunbeams darting here and there
through the trees, and lovely flowers everywhere, she thought to
herself, “If I were to take a fresh nosegay to my grandmother she
would be very pleased, and it is so early in the day that I shall
reach her in plenty of time”; and so she ran about in the wood,
looking for flowers. And as she picked one, she saw a still prettier
one a little farther off, and so she went farther and farther into the
wood.
But the wolf went straight to the grandmother’s house and
knocked at the door. “Who is there?” cried the grandmother.
“Little Red Riding Hood,” he answered, “and I have brought you
some cake and wine. Please open the door.” “Lift the latch,” cried
the grandmother; “I am too feeble to get up.” So the wolf lifted the
latch, and the door flew open, and he fell on the grandmother and
ate her up without saying one word. Then he drew on her clothes,
put on her cap, lay down in her bed, and drew the curtains.
Little Red Riding Hood was all this time running about among the
flowers, and when she had gathered as many as she could hold,
she remembered her grandmother and set off to go to her. She was
surprised to find the door standing open, and when she came
inside, she felt extraordinary and thought to herself, “Oh dear, how
uncomfortable I feel, and I was so glad this morning to go to my
grandmother!” And when she said, “Good morning,” there was no
answer. Then she went up to the bed and drew back the curtains;
there lay the grandmother with her cap pulled over her eyes, so
that she looked very odd.
“O grandmother, what large ears you have!” “The better to hear
with.” “O grandmother, what great eyes you have!” “The better to
see with.” “O grandmother, what large hands you have!” “The
better to take hold of you with.” “But, grandmother, what a terrible
the largemouth you have!” “The better to devour you!” And no sooner
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had the wolf said it, then he made one bound from the bed and
swallowed up poor Little Red Riding Hood.
Then the wolf, having satisfied his hunger, lay down again in the
bed, went to sleep, and began to snore loudly. The huntsman heard
him as he was passing by the house and thought, “How the old
woman snores- I had better see if there is anything the matter with
her.” Then he went into the room and walked up to the bed and
saw the wolf lying there. “At last I find you, you old sinner!” said
he; “I have been looking for you a long time.” And he made up his
mind that the wolf had swallowed the grandmother whole and
that she might yet be saved. So he did not fire but took a pair of
shears and began to slit up the wolf’s body. When he made a few
snips, Little Red Riding Hood appeared, and after a few more snips,
she jumped out and cried, “Oh dear, how frightened I have been! It
is so dark inside the wolf.” And then out came the old
grandmother, still living and breathing. But Little Red Riding
Hood went and quickly fetched some large stones, with which she
filled the wolf’s body so that when he waked up and was going to
rush away, the stones were so heavy that he sank and fell
dead.
They were all three very pleased. The huntsman took off the wolf’s
skin, and carried it home. The grandmother ate the cakes, and
drank the wine, and held up her head again, and Little Red Riding
Hood said to herself that she would never more stray about in the
wood alone, but would mind what her mother told her.
It must also be related to how a few days afterward when Little Red
Riding Hood was again taking cakes to her grandmother, another
wolf spoke to her and wanted to tempt her to leave the path; but
she was on her guard and went straight on her way, and told her
grandmother how that the wolf had met her and wished her good
day, but had looked so wicked about the eyes that she thought if it
had not been on the high road, he would have devoured her.
“Come,” said the grandmother, “we will shut the door so that he
may not get in.” Soon after came the wolf knocking at the door,
and calling out, “Open the door, grandmother, I am Little Red
Riding Hood, bringing you cakes.” But they remained still and did
not open the door. After that, the wolf slunk by the house and got
at last upon the roof to wait until Little Red Riding Hood should
return home in the evening; then he meant to spring down upon
her, and devour her in the darkness. But the grandmother
discovered his plot. Now there stood before the house a great stone
trough and the grandmother said to the child, “Little Red Riding
Hood, I was boiling sausages yesterday, so take the bucket, and
carry away the water they were boiled in, and pour it into the
trough.” And Little Red Riding Hood did so until the great trough
was quite full. When the smell of the sausages reached the nose of
the wolf he snuffed it up, and looked around, and stretched out his
neck so far that he lost his balance and began to slip, and he
slipped down off the roof straight into the great trough, and was
drowned.
Then Little Red Riding Hood went cheerfully home and came to
no harm.