The story of Little Red Riding Hood
Little Red Riding Hood (from http://www.dltk-teach.com/rhymes/littlered/story.htm)
by Leanne Guenther
Once upon a time, there was a little
girl who lived in a village near the forest. Whenever she went out, the little girl
wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit
her grandmother as it had been awhile since they'd seen each other.
"That's a good idea," her mother said. So they
packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood to take to her grandmother.
When the basket was ready,
the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her mother goodbye.
"Remember, go straight to Grandma's
house," her mother cautioned. "Don't dawdle along the way and please don't talk to strangers! The woods are dangerous."
"Don't worry, mommy," said Little Red
Riding Hood, "I'll be careful."
But when Little Red Riding
Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her promise to
her mother. She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for
awhile, listened to the frogs croaking and then picked a few
Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm
summer day so much, that she didn't notice a dark shadow approaching out
of the forest behind her...
Suddenly, the wolf
appeared beside her.
"What are you doing out here, little
girl?" the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could muster.
"I'm on my way to see my Grandma who lives
through the forest, near the brook," Little Red Riding Hood
Then she realized how late she was and quickly
excused herself, rushing down the path to her Grandma's house.
The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut...
The wolf, a little out of
breath from running, arrived at Grandma's and knocked lightly at the door.
"Oh thank goodness dear! Come in,
come in! I was worried sick that something had happened to you in
the forest," said Grandma thinking that the knock was her
The wolf let himself in. Poor Granny did
not have time to say another word, before the wolf gobbled her up!
The wolf let out a
satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny's wardrobe to find a
nightgown that he liked. He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for
good measure, dabbed some of Granny's perfume behind his pointy ears.
A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on
the door. The wolf jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his
nose. "Who is it?" he called in a cackly voice.
"It's me, Little Red Riding Hood."
"Oh how lovely! Do come in, my
dear," croaked the wolf.
When Little Red Riding
Hood entered the little cottage, she could scarcely recognize her
"Grandmother! Your voice sounds so
odd. Is something the matter?" she asked.
"Oh, I just have touch of a cold,"
squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the point.
"But Grandmother! What big ears you
have," said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to the bed.
"The better to hear you with, my
dear," replied the wolf.
"But Grandmother! What big eyes
you have," said Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see you with, my
dear," replied the wolf.
"But Grandmother! What big teeth you
have," said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering slightly.
"The better to eat you with, my
dear," roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to chase
the little girl.
Almost too late, Little
Red Riding Hood realized that the person in the bed was not her
Grandmother, but a hungry wolf.
She ran across the room and through the door,
shouting, "Help! Wolf!" as loudly as she could.
A woodsman who was chopping logs nearby heard
her cry and ran towards the cottage as fast as he could.
He grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the
poor Grandmother who was a bit frazzled by the whole experience, but still
in one piece."
Oh Grandma, I was so scared!"
sobbed Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll never speak to strangers or
dawdle in the forest again."
"There, there, child. You've learned
an important lesson. Thank goodness you shouted loud enough for this
kind woodsman to hear you!"
The woodsman knocked out the wolf and carried
him deep into the forest where he wouldn't bother people any longer.
Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had
a nice lunch and a long chat.