Once upon a time there was a little village girl, the

prettiest one who would have been able to see; his

mother was crazy about it, and his grandmother was

still crazy. This good woman made him make a little

red riding-hood, which suited him so well that

everywhere he was called Little Red Riding Hood.

One day his mother, having cooked and mad

pancakes, said to her: “Go and see how your

grandmother is doing, for I have been told f butter. Little Red Riding Hood left immediately to

go to his grandmother’s, who lived in another

village. As she passed through a wood she met

the wolf, who was eager to eat it; but he did n

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are, because of some woodcutters who were in

the forest. He asked her where she was going;

the poor child, who did not know that it was

dangerous to stop listening to a wolf, said:

“I am going to see my grandmother, and bring

her a cake with a little pot of butter that my

mother sends her. . “
– Does she live far away? said the wolf.

– Oh ! yes, “said Little Red Riding Hood,”

it is beyond the mill that you see all over

there, at the first house in the village.

“Well,” said the wolf, “I want to see him

too; I’m going down that path here, and

you’re going that way, and we’ll see who’s there sooner. “

The wolf began to run with all his might through the

shortest path, and the little girl went by the longest

path, having fun picking nuts, chasing butterflies, and

to make bouquets of the little flowers that she met.

The wolf was not long in arriving at the house of the

grandmother; he hits: Toc, knock. ” Who is here

“It’s your daughter, Little Red Riding Hood,” said the

wolf, counterfeiting his voice, “bringing you a cake and

a little pot of butter that my mother sends you.

“
The good-grandmother, who was in her bed because

she was a little bad, shouted to her: “Pull the peg, the

bobbin will go up. “
The wolf pulled the peg, and the door opened. He

threw himself upon the good woman, and devoured

her in nothing; for it was more than three days since

he had eaten. Then he closed the door and went to

sleep in the mother-grandmother’s bed, waiting for

little Red Riding Hood, who some time later knocked

on the door. Knock Knock. ” Who is here ?

“