Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time, there was a sweet little girl who was loved by everyone who met her, but especially by her grandmother, who would have given anything for the child. She once gave her a red velvet cap, which she loved so much that she refused to wear anything else. As a result, she was usually referred to as Little Red Riding Hood.
Her mother once said to her, “Here’s a slice of cake and a bottle of wine, Little Red Riding Hood. Bring them to your grandma, who is sick and frail, and they will heal her. Set out before it gets too hot, and when you’re on your way, walk slowly and softly and don’t run off the path; otherwise, you might fall and break the bottles, and your grandma will be left with nothing. And don’t forget to say good morning when you enter her room and don’t look around every corner before you do it.
Little Red Riding Hood said to her mother, “I’ll take wonderful care of you,” and put her hand on her shoulder.

The grandmother lived half a league from the hamlet in the woods, and as Little Red Riding Hood neared the woods, she was met by a wolf. Little Red Riding Hood had no idea what a horrible creature he was and was concerned about him.

“Hello, Little Red Riding Hood,” he said.

“Thank you very much, wolf.”

“Why are you leaving so soon, Little Red Riding Hood?”

“I’m going to my grandmother’s.”

“Can you tell me what’s in your apron?”
“Cake with a glass of wine. Yesterday was baking day, so the poor ailing grandmother will be able to eat something healthy to help her recover.”

“Little Red Riding Hood, where does your granny live?”

“In the woods, about a half of a mile away. Her house is nestled between three large oak trees and a grove of nut trees. You must be aware of it, “Little Red Riding Hood said. The wolf thought loudly, “What a sweet little thing. What a nice plump mouthful; she will be more enjoyable to eat than the old person. I will have to be sneaky if I want to catch both of them.” So he walked along with Little Red Riding Hood for a few moments before saying, “See how lovely the flowers are around here, Little Red Riding Hood. Why don’t you take a look around? I also believe you are deafeningly deafeningly deafeningly thunderously thunderously thunderously deafen You walk seriously along as if you were going to school, whereas everything else out here in the wood is merry.”

Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes and thought to her, “Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay,” when she observed the sunbeams dancing here and there through trees and pretty flowers growing everywhere.” That would also make her happy. I will still be able to get there on time because it’s so early in the day. As a result, she dashed from the route towards the woods in search of flowers. And every time she chose one, she had the feeling that she had seen a still prettier one further on and had run after it, leading her deeper and deeper into the woods.
And meanwhile, the wolf dashed to the parents ’ home and knocked.

“Can you tell me who you are?”

The wolf said, “Little Red Riding Hood.” “She’ll bring wine and cake. Please open the door.”

“Lift the latch,” the grandmother cried out, “I am too feeble to stand up.”

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang wide, and he rushed right to the grandmother’s bed and devoured her without saying anything. Then he dressed in her clothes, put on her cap, climbed into bed, and closed the curtains.
Little Red Red Hood, on the other hand, had been racing around picking flowers, and when she couldn’t carry any more, she recalled her grandmother and set off to find her.

She was astonished to find the cottage door open, and when she entered the room, she had such an odd feeling that she thought to herself, oh dear, how uncomfortable I feel today, and how much I enjoy being with grandmother at other times.

“Good morning,” she said, but no one replied. So she walked to her bed and drew the curtains back. Her grandmother was lying there, her cap drawn tight over her face and looking odd.
“What big ears you have, grandmother,” she said.

The reply was, “The better to hear you with, my darling.”

“But, grandmother,” she remarked, “what big eyes you have.”

“The better to see you with, my dear,” says the speaker.

“But, grandmother, you have such enormous hands.”

“It’ll be simpler to hug you.”

“But, grandmother, you have such a terrible big mouth.”

“It’ll be healthier to digest you.”
And no sooner had the wolf stated this than he sprung from his bed and swallowed Little Red Riding Hood.

When the wolf had filled his appetite, he went to his bed, fell asleep, and started to snore loud. The huntsman was just going by the house when he noticed the old lady snoring. I’ll just have to see what she wants.

So he came into the room, and when he arrived at the bed, he saw the wolf lying there. He said, “Do I find you here, you old sinner?” “I’ve been looking for you for a long time.”
Then, just as he was about to shoot at him, he remembered that the wolf might have eaten the grandmother and that she could still be spared, so he didn’t fire, but instead took a pair of scissors and began cutting into the sleeping wolf’s stomach.

He saw the Little Red Riding Hood sparkling after two snips, and then he made two more snips, and the little girl came out weeping “Oh, how terrified I’ve been. It was pitch black inside the wolf.”

Then all three of them seem to be delighted. The creature drew the wolf’s skin and carried it back to his home. The grandmother revived after eating the cake and drinking the wine that Little Red Riding Hood had brought, but Little Red Riding Hood decided that as long as she lived, she would never leave the path alone to flee into the woods when my mother had forbidden it.

It’s also said that once, as Little Red Riding Hood was going to the old grandmother to deliver cakes, another wolf approached her and tried to lure her away from the road. Little Red Riding Hood, on the other hand, was wary and proceeded on her walk, telling her grandma that she had met the wolf and that he had said good morning to her, but with such an evil look in his eyes that she was confident he would have eaten her up if they hadn’t been on the public road. “Well, we’ll close the door so he can’t come in,” the grandmother said.

“Open the door, grandmother,” the wolf said as he knocked, “I am Little Red Riding Hood, and I am bringing you some cakes.”

However, because they did not talk or open the door, the greybeard stole twice or three times around the house before leaping to the roof, planning to wait until Little Red Riding Hood came home in the evening, then steal after her and eat her in the dark. The grandmother, on the other hand, could see what was on his mind. Because there was a large stone trough in front of the home, she told the child to take the pail, Little Red Riding Hood. Carry the water in which I boiled the sausage to the trough, as I made them yesterday.
. Little Red Riding Hood continued to hold until the great trough was completely full. When the wolf smelled the sausage, he sniffed and peered, and finally stretched his neck so far that he couldn’t hold his equilibrium and began to tumble, sliding down from the roof right into the great trough and drowned. Little Red Riding Hood, on the other hand, returned home joyfully, and no one ever did anything to harm her again.