'Lift the latch and come in,' said Grandma, unaware of anything amiss, till a horrible shadow appeared on the wall. I've brought you some cakes because you're ill,' replied the wolf, trying hard to hide his gruff voice. 'Who's there?' cried Grandma from her bed. Knock! Knock! The wolf rapped on the door. Then he loped away thinking to himself 'I'll gobble the grandmother first, then lie in wait for the grandchild!' At last, the cottage came in sight.

Perhaps we'll meet again,' replied the wolf. 'Oh, yes,' replied Little Red Riding Hood, 'and she never opens the door to strangers!' When he heard this, the wolf (for it was the big bad wolf himself) politely asked: 'Does Grandma live by herself?' She lives at the end of the path,' said Little Riding Hood in a faint voice. 'I must find the path and run away from here!'Īt last she reached the path again but her heart leapt into her mouth at the sound of a gruff voice which said: 'Where are you going, my pretty girl, all alone in the woods?' In the meantime, two wicked eyes were spying on her from behind a tree a strange rustling in the woods made Little Red Riding Hood's heart thump. 'Oh, how sweet!' she exclaimed and, thinking of Grandma, she picked a large bunch of flowers. Suddenly she saw some large daisies in the grass. 'I'll catch you! I'll catch you!' she called. Little Red Riding Hood started to chase the butterfly. Suddenly a yellow butterfly fluttered down through the trees. The basket was still in the grass and, humming to herself, Little Red Riding Hood walked on. Suddenly she remembered her mother, her promise, Grandma and the basket and hurried back towards the path. The red fruit peeped invitingly through the leaves in the grassy glade, and Little Red Riding Hood ran back and forth popping strawberries into her mouth. 'They're nice and ripe, and so big! Yummy! Delicious! Just another one. Laying her basket on the ground, Little Red Riding Hood bent over the strawberry plants. 'Don't worry,' she said, 'I'll run all the way to Grandma's without stopping.'įull of good intentions, the little girl made her way through the wood, but she was soon to forget her mother's wise words. Little Red Riding Hood kissed her mother and ran off. Keep to the path through the wood and don't ever stop. Take her this basket of cakes, but be very careful. The garden gate, saying: 'Grandma is ill.

Pretty little girl known to everyone as Little Red Riding Hood. Once upon a time in the middle of a thick forest stood a small cottage, the home of a

Red riding hood by charles perrault