The Little Red Riding Hood - classic version
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Once upon a time, there was a nice young girl, loved by all who knew her. Her mother and her grandmother liked her so much they made her a beautiful red riding hood. All the village then started calling her « Little Red Riding Hood » because it was so becoming to her.
One day, her mother called her: « I am told that your grandmother is sick, can you call on her? Will you bring her this cake I have just baked and this cream pot? ». Then she added: « Stay strictly on the path, go straight to your Grandmother’s! »
The Little Red Riding Hood departed immediately. Her grandmother lived on the other side of the woods. Following her mother’s orders, she took the main path. She could hear a woodcutter working in the distance.
All of a sudden, around the corner, a wolf appeared. She did not know not to talk to wolves, so she addressed him with confidence:
- Hello Mister Wolf
- Hello my child, what you are doing in these woods?
- I am calling on my grandmother who is sick. I will bring her a cake and a cream pot.
- And where does your grandmother live?
- A little further, on the other side of the woods
- Alright, I will keep you company along the way.
A little further, the path split in 2. The Wolf, who knew the woods like the back of his paw, proposed:
- Let’s race! You will go down this path and I will take the other one and we will see who comes first!
And he ran down the path. You guessed right, he knew the path he had chosen was a lot shorter.
He arrived quickly and knocked on the door:
- Who is there? said the Grandmother in a sickly voice
- I am your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood. I am bringing a good cake and a cream pot, the wolf answered, counterfeiting her voice.
As she heard these words, the Grandmother shouted: « Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up »
The Wolf pulled the bobbin and the door opened. He rushed into the house and immediately ate up the poor Grandmother! He had been so hungry! He then took her place in her bed.
As soon as he was settled in bed, the Little Red Riding Hood started knocking on the door.
- Who’s there? said the Wolf, softening his voice to imitate the Grandmother.
- I am your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood. I am bringing a good cake and a cream pot mother sends you.
- Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up
The Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin and the door opened. She put the cake and the cream pot on the table. She felt strange, this house was normally so welcoming, and it seemed very cold now.
She went straight to her Grandmother. She thought she was really bizarre, and she couldn’t help but ask her questions:
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- Oh, grandmother, what great ears you have!
- It is to hear you better my child
- Oh, Grandmother, what great eyes you have!
- It is to see you better my child
- Oh, Grandmother, what big nose you have!
- It is to smell you better my child
- Oh, Grandmother, what big arms you have!
- It is to hug you better my child
- Oh, Grandmother, what long teeth you have!
- It is to eat you! the wolf screamed as he pounced on her.
And he ate her all up!
After this feast, the wolf felt a little stuffed and he thought it was time for a nap. He went back to bed and fell fast asleep. At that moment, the woodcutter was walking by the house and he heard his loud snoring. He thought something might be wrong so he came in to see if the old lady needed some help. He was so surprised when he discovered the scene!
As he came closer to kill the wolf in his sleep, he saw that his belly was moving. So he took his long knife and opened it up. As soon as it was cut open, the Little Red Riding hood jumped out of it alive but they had to help out the Grandmother who was feeling very weak.
The wolf was then stitched up with a couple of stones in his belly. When he woke up, he saw the Woodcutter and panicked, he ran away as fast as he could. It is said that he ran to the river to escape and he drowned because of the stones in his belly.
Did you know that the Grimm brothers had added a sequel to that story?