At last she came and knocked on the door: rat tat tat. Then he closed the door and got into the grandmother's bed to wait for Little Red Riding Hood. He had not eaten for three days so he immediately fell upon the good woman and gobbled her up in an instant. The wolf pulled the bobbin and the door opened. She called out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." Grandmother was lying in bed because she was ill. "I have brought you a cake baked on the griddle and a little pot of butter from my mother." "Your granddaughter - Little Red Riding Hood." replied the wolf, disguising his voice. Pretty soon the wolf arrived at grandmother’s house. The wolf ran as fast as he could along the shortest path and Little Red Riding Hood took the longer way and made it longer because she dawdled by gathering nuts, chasing butterflies, and gathering bouquets of wayside flowers. I will take this road and you can take that road and let’s see who can get there first." "Well," said the wolf, "I shall go and visit her too. "Oh yes," answered Little Red Riding Hood "She lives beyond that mill you see over there, in the first house you come to in the village." "Does she your grandmother live far off?" said the wolf. "I am going to visit my grandmother and give her this cake and this little pot of butter from my mother." The poor child did not know how dangerous it is to stay and talk to wolves and replied innocently. As she walked through the wood, she met with a wolf, who wanted to eat her up, but did not dare to because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. Little Red Riding Hood set off to the neighboring village to visit her grandmother. Take her one of these cakes and that little pot of butter." You must visit her and see how she is doing.
One day her mother, baked some cakes on the griddle and said to Little Red Riding Hood. The hood suited the girl so extremely well that everybody was calling her Little Red Riding Hood. This good woman made for her a little red riding hood like the ones fine ladies wear when they go riding. Whose mother adored her and her grandmother adored her still more. Once upon a time, deep in the heart of the country, there lived in a certain village the prettiest little girl who was ever seen. Little Red Riding Hood by Charles Perrault
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