Once upon a time there lived a country girl

, the
prettiest creature who was ever seen.
Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother

doted on her still more.
This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her

. It suited the girl so extremely well that
everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood

.
One day her mother, having made some cakes

, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your
grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill

.
Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter

."
Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her
grandmother, who lived in another village

.
As she was going through the forest
, she met with a wolf

, who had a very great mind to eat her up

,
but he dared not, because of some woodcutters
working nearby in
the forest.
He asked her where she was going.
The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay
and talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going to see my
grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from
my mother."
"Does she live far off?" said the wolf
"Oh I say," answered Little Red Riding Hood; "it is beyond that
mill

you see there, at the first house in the village.

"
"Well," said the wolf, "and I'll go and see her too. I'll go this
way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first.

"
The wolf ran as fast as he could

, taking the
shortest path, and
the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by
gathering nuts

, running after butterflies

, and gathering bouquets of little flowers

. It was not long before the wolf arrived at the
old woman's house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap.
"Who's there?"
"Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf,
counterfeiting her voice; "who has brought you a cake and a
little pot of butter sent you by mother."

The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat
ill, cried out, "Pull the bobbin

, and the latch

will go up."
The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened

, and then he
immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment,
for it been more than three days since he had eaten. He then shut
the door and got into the grandmother's bed, expecting Little
Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the
door: tap, tap.
"Who's there?"
Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at
first afraid

; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was
hoarse

, answered, "It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood,
who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother
sends you."
The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he
could, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."
Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.
The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under
the bedclothes

, "Put the cake and
the little pot of butter upon the stool

, and come get into bed
with me."
Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes

and got into bed. She
was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her
nightclothes, and said to her, "Grandmother, what big arms

you
have!"
"All the better to hug you with, my dear."
"Grandmother, what big legs you have!"

"All the better to run with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"

"All the better to hear with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"

"All the better to see with, my child."
"Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!"

"All the better to eat you up with."
And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red
Riding Hood, and ate her all up.
Moral: Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all.
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