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Once upon a time there was a 

dear little girl who was loved by 

everyone who looked at her, 

but most of all by her 

grandmother. Once she gave 

her a little riding hood 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.

Just as Little Red Riding Hood entered 

the wood, a wolf met her. 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.'

     '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 good to eat.'

     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.'

     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.

     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.

     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.

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