Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived with her father and mother in a cottage on the edge of a forest. She often wore a little red cloak on her adventures in the forest and so she was known as Little Red Riding Hood.
One bright morning, Little Red Riding Hood’s mother said to her, “Your grandmother is not feeling well. Please bring this basket of good things to eat to her cottage through the forest. Remember, if you meet any one you do not know along the way, do not speak to them.”
“I will remember!” said Little Red Riding Hood. And she set off through the forest.
It was a lovely morning and Little Red Riding Hood walked cheerfully along, carrying her basket very carefully.
Suddenly as she walked she saw a Wolf alongside the path.
“Good morning, little girl,” said the Wolf in his gruff wolf-like voice. Do you think that Little Red Riding Hood spoke to him?
“Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?” growled the Wolf. So she told him that, too.
But the Wolf had a sneaky plan and was not to be trusted.
The Wolf left Little Red Riding Hood and raced through the forest to the grandmother’s cottage.
She was expecting Little Red Riding Hood, so when the Wolf knocked at the door . . .
“Come in, dear!” she called in her trembly old voice.
The Wolf burst in the door and swallowed the grandmother in one gulp! Then he put on her cap and shawl and glasses. Seeing Little Red Riding Hood approaching the cottage, he climbed into the grandmother’s bed.
“Good morning, Grandmother,” she said.
“Good morning, Little Red Riding Hood,” purred the Wolf.
Little Red Riding Hood glanced around. Something did not seem quite right.
“Is that you, Grandmother?” she asked.
“Of course it’s me, dear,” said the Wolf.
“What big ears you have, Grandmother!” exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood.
“The better to hear you with, my dear,” answered the Wolf.
Little Red Riding Hood took a step closer.
“What big eyes you have, Grandmother!” she said.
“The better to see you with, my dear,” growled the Wolf.
“And what big teeth you have, Grandmother!” cried Little Red Riding Hood. And she poked out a finger.
“The better to eat you with, my dear!” snapped the Wolf! And he leapt out of the bed to get her!
Little Red Riding Hood screamed and ran!
Perhaps this story would not have had a happy ending, but there happened to be a woodcutter splitting logs with his axe in the forest. When he heard Little Red Riding Hood scream, he burst in the cottage and tackled the Wolf.
He was very brave.
He chopped up the Wolf and out sprang the Grandmother! She was just fine, and Little Red Riding Hood was very glad to see her.
The grandmother even gave him a kiss (being careful of the axe)!
He was delighted to have been able to help.