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Very Little Red Riding Hood is little. Very little. She's brave and bossy, fearless and determined, loving and funny. And like all toddlers she likes everything just so - woe betide anyone and anything that gets in her way! Join Very Little Red Riding Hood on a very important expedition to her Grandmama's for a sleepover. She's got some cakes, she's got red ted, she's got her blanket and she's got her tea set. And Nothing is going to get in the way of her well-laid plans. Not even a Wolf! Will they all live happily ever after? Find out in Very Little Red Riding Hood's very big adventure.
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9780857560599 Teresa Heapy https://toppsta.com/authors/profile/teresa-heapy- ISBN: 9780857560599
- Pub Date: 3rd October 2013
- Publisher: Penguin Random House Children's UK
- Imprint: David Fickling Books
- Format: Hardback
- Number of Pages: 32
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Very Little Red Riding Hood
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- Pub Date: 3rd October 2013
- Format: Hardback
- ISBN: 9780857560599
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Little Red Riding Hood
This story is featured in Favorite Fairy Tales and Short Stories for Children.
You may want to compare it to The Brothers Grimm version, Little Red-Cap.
Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. So she was always called Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her mother said to her, "Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing.
And when you go into her room, don't forget to say, good-morning, and don't peep into every corner before you do it."
I will take great care, said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Little Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him.
"Good-day, Little Red Riding Hood," said he.
"Thank you kindly, wolf."
"Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?"
"To my grandmother's."
"What have you got in your apron?"
"Cake and wine. Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger."
"Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?"
"A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood. Her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below.
You surely must know it," replied Little Red Riding Hood.
The wolf thought to himself, "What a tender young creature. What a nice plump mouthful, she will be better to eat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both." So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Riding Hood, and then he said, "see Little Red Riding Hood, how pretty the flowers are about here. Why do you not look round. I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing. You walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry."
Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought, suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay. That would please her too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time. And so she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.
Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked at the door.
"Who is there?"
"Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf. "She is bringing cake and wine. Open the door."
"Lift the latch," called out the grandmother, "I am too weak, and cannot get up."
The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmother's bed, and devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.
Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.
She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself, oh dear, how uneasy I feel to-day, and at other times I like being with grandmother so much.
She called out, "Good morning," but received no answer.
So she went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.
"Oh, grandmother," she said, "what big ears you have."
"The better to hear you with, my child," was the reply.
"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have," she said.
"The better to see you with, my dear."
"But, grandmother, what large hands you have."
"The better to hug you with."
"Oh, but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have."
"The better to eat you with."
And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Little Red Riding Hood.
When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud. The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself, how the old woman is snoring. I must just see if she wants anything.
So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it.
"Do I find you here, you old sinner," said he. "I have long sought you."
Then just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf.
When he had made two snips, he saw the Little Red Riding Hood shining, and then he made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying, "Ah, how frightened I have been. How dark it was inside the wolf."
And after that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to breathe. Little Red Riding Hood, however, quickly fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf's belly, and when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.
Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf's skin and went home with it. The grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine which Little Red Riding Hood had brought, and revived, but Little Red Riding Hood thought to herself, as long as I live, I will never by myself leave the path, to run into the wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so.
It is also related that once when Little Red Riding Hood was again taking cakes to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice her from the path. Little Red Riding Hood, however, was on her guard, and went straight forward on her way, and told her grandmother that she had met the wolf, and that he had said good-morning to her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if they had not been on the public road she was certain he would have eaten her up. "Well," said the grandmother, "we will shut the door, that he may not come in."
Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried, "open the door, grandmother, I am Little Red Riding Hood, and am bringing you some cakes."
But they did not speak, or open the door, so the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Little Red Riding Hood went home in the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what was in his thoughts.
In front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the child, take the pail, Little Red Riding Hood. I made some sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough. Little Red Riding Hood carried until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down from the roof straight into the great trough, and was drowned. But Little Red Riding Hood went joyously home, and no one ever did anything to harm her again.
You may enjoy reading a "fractured fairy tale" version of this story in rhyme, How Little Red Riding Hood Came to Be Eaten, in our collection of Favorite Fairy Tales.
Little Red Riding Hood
French Fairy Tales
Once upon a time, in a small village in the country not far away, there lived a very nice girl with her mother and father.
Her grandmother lived about half an hour's walk from the village, in a clearing in the forest that covered the entire area. The grandmother was especially fond of the girl, and she made a cute little red velvet hat out of her. The girl liked this hat so much that she wore it all hours of the day and night, and so people began to call her Little Red Riding Hood. nine0003
Grandma was getting very old and she became bedridden and ill. One day Mother Re Cap called her and gave her a package to her grandmother. There is some meat here and a bottle of wine that will surely elevate it to the end. Now be kind and polite, when you get there, say, "Good morning, grandma, when you enter, and don't walk around this place, don't be upset. Go straight there and don't delay your path through the woods, make sure you don't run and miss, and don't drop the bottle. Do you have it all? Little Red Cap assured her mother that she understood perfectly well and would do everything just as her mother had told her.
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So she walked down the village lane towards the woods leading to her grandmother's house. When she had gone a little, she heard a rustle in the undergrowth, and a wolf appeared before her. Now this wolf was not a very beautiful creature, but Little Red Cap, being young and naive, always believed that everyone she met was as sweet, sweet and honest as she was, so she stopped and greeted the wolf with her in the usual friendly way.
"Good morning Wolf," she said. nine0003
“Good morning,” said the wolf. Today you look very graceful. Where are you going so early in the morning?
"I'm on my way to my grandmother," answered Little Red Riding Hood.
“Actually, your grandmother,” said the wolf. And what do you carry with you this little basket? Probably some nice gifts for your grandmother?
That's right, said Little Red Riding Hood. Yesterday my mother roasted some good beef so my grandma could have something nutritious and I have wine to cheer her up.
She's not doing well recently, she added. nine0003
And where does your grandmother live? The wolf asked.
The little red cap gave a detailed description of where grandma's house was, along the longer road, next to some oaks and behind bushes, with a brightly painted front door. Small curved chimney and thatched thatch roof. "You can't miss this!"
Now you may not know this because at the time we live we don't really run into a lot of wolves when we go for walks, but in those days wolves were known for their hot appetites and they most likely ate A few chickens, like a little person. So this wolf was looking at Little Red Riding Hood and thinking about his grandmother at the same time, devising the best way to make sure he could do both of them. He paddled along the path for a bit, keeping up with Little Red Cap, and then spoke again; “You see how beautiful this place is, with all the beautiful wild flowers growing among the tree trunks and bushes. Why don't you take a look around and choose some flowers for your grandma, then not only will she have something nice to eat and drink, but she'll also have something nice to look at! Little Red Hat Forgot everything her mother said to her, without stopping on her way, and she entered the forest, among the trees, and began to gather some delightful wildflowers that grew there in such abundance.
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Our wolf friend, meanwhile, rushed as fast as he could to grandma's cottage, which he found without any difficulty. He knocked on the door and heard the faint voice of his grandmother: “Who is there?”
“It's me, Little Red Cap, I brought you some meat and wine from my mother. Please open the door for me, grandma,” Wolf answered, making his voice sound as high as he could to deceive the poor grandmother. "Just push the latch called granny, I'm so weak I just can't get out of my bed!" nine0003
So the wolf lifted the latch, threw open the door and rushed into the bedroom, where he jumped onto the bed, and without any further ceremony gathered the poor grandmother. Then he put his cap on his head and sat up in bed, covering himself as best he could with the sheets. There he waited.
He didn't have to wait that long until Little Redcap appeared outside the cottage. She gathered a nice little bunch of wild flowers and waited impatiently as her grandmother's eyes lit up.
She was a little surprised to see the front door wide open and thought maybe Grandma felt a little better and everything was fine. She entered the room and she thought that there was a slightly strange smell, but she shook off this feeling and called her grandmother: “Good morning, grandmother! Where are you?"
She heard some grumbling from the bedroom and she went in. The room was rather dark as the curtains were still drawn, so she went over and opened the curtains and the window to let the fresh air out. She then turned to the bed, where she saw what she thought was her grandmother, her covers nearly covering her entire face. She could see her ears and eyes, both of which looked much larger than she remembered.
“O grandmother, said Little Red Riding Hood, what big ears you have!” nine0003
That's how I can hear you better, answered the wolf.
“And what big eyes you have, grandma!”
"That's how I see you right!" - answered the wolf, closing his mouth.
“And what big hands you have, grandma!” exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood.
"That's how I can lift you!" - said the wolf.
“But grandma, what big teeth you have!”
"Better eat you," cried the wolf, and immediately threw the bedding aside and jumped out of bed to devour poor Little Red Riding Hood. nine0003
Now, enjoying both the grandmother and her little daughter-daughter, the wolf felt especially pleased, and he decided that he could enjoy a little more home comfort in the grandmother's cottage and spread himself out on the bed. Soon he was sound asleep, making loud snoring noises. At this time, the hunter passed by the cottage, and he heard a strange noise coming from the bedroom window. His curiosity was awakened, he decided to check the source of this noise and looked out the window. He immediately recognized that it was a wolf, which he had been hunting for weeks, and raised his rifle, he entered the cottage and headed for the bedroom. Taking careful aim, he shot the wolf dead.
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Charles Perrault
Once upon a time there was a little girl. Her mother loved her without memory, and her grandmother even more. For her granddaughter's birthday, her grandmother gave her a red cap. Since then, the girl went everywhere in it. Neighbors talked about her like this:
- Here comes Little Red Riding Hood! nine0003
Once a mother baked a pie and said to her daughter:
– Go, Little Red Riding Hood, to grandma, bring her a pie and a pot of butter and find out if she is healthy.
Little Red Riding Hood got ready and went to her grandmother.
She is walking through the forest, and towards her is a gray wolf.
– Where are you going.
Red Riding Hood? Wolf asks.
– I go to my grandmother and bring her a pie and a pot of butter.
– Does your grandmother live far away?
“Far away,” answers Little Red Riding Hood. - Over there in that village, behind the mill, in the first house from the edge. nine0003
– Okay, Wolf says, I want to visit your grandmother too. I'll go down this road, and you go down that one. Let's see which one of us comes first.
The Wolf said this and ran as fast as he could along the shortest path.
And Little Red Riding Hood went along the longest road. She walked slowly, stopping along the way, picking flowers and collecting them in bouquets. Before she had even reached the mill, the Wolf had already galloped up to her grandmother's house and was knocking on the door:
Knock-knock!
- Who's there? Grandma asks.
- It's me, your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood, - answers the Wolf, - I came to visit you, I brought a pie and a pot of butter.
And the grandmother was sick at that time and lay in bed. She thought it was really Little Red Riding Hood and called out:
“Pull the string, my child, and the door will open!”
The wolf pulled the string - the door opened.
The wolf rushed at the grandmother and swallowed her at once. He was very hungry because he had not eaten anything for three days. Then he closed the door, lay down on his grandmother's bed and began to wait for Little Red Riding Hood. nine0003
Soon she came and knocked:
– Knock knock!
– Who is there? Wolf asks. And his voice is rough, hoarse.
Little Red Riding Hood was frightened, but then she thought that her grandmother was hoarse from a cold, and answered:
– It's me, your granddaughter. I brought you a pie and a pot of butter!
The wolf cleared his throat and said more subtly:
Pull the string, my child, and the door will open.
Little Red Riding Hood pulled the rope-door and opened it.
The girl entered the house, and the Wolf hid under the covers and said:
- Granddaughter, put the pie on the table, put the pot on the shelf, and lie down next to me!
Little Red Riding Hood lay down next to the Wolf and asked:
– Grandmother, why do you have such big hands?
- This is to hug you tighter, my child.
– Grandmother, why do you have such big ears?
– To hear better, my child.
– Grandmother, why do you have such big eyes?
– To see better, my child.
– Grandmother, why do you have such big teeth? nine0003
– And this is to eat you faster, my child!
Before Little Red Riding Hood had time to gasp, the Wolf rushed at her and swallowed her.
But, fortunately, at that time, woodcutters with axes on their shoulders were passing by the house. They heard a noise, ran into the house and killed the Wolf. And then they ripped open his belly, and Little Red Riding Hood came out, followed by her grandmother, both safe and sound.
