Once upon a time, in the icy tundra, there was a little girl who lived in an igloo with her mother. People called the little girl Little Red, because she always wore a bright red coat with bright red snow pants.

One day, Little Red's mother asked her to take a basket of fish to her old grandmother, who was too sick and frail to go ice fishing herself.

Being a kind and thoughtful granddaughter, Little Red agreed. She set off right away since she knew the path to her grandmother's house was very long, and at that time of year, a blizzard could come at any time.

Little Red walked, and walked, and walked.

She walked past trees,

...over frozen streams,

...around mountains,

...and across snowy fields, until she was close to her grandmother's house.

But, just then, a polar bear who was passing by caught a whiff of the fish she was carrying, and stamped his way over to her. "Hello, little girl." He greeted with a greedy smile. "Where are you going on this fine day?"

Little Red saw the polar bear's sharp white teeth, and a shiver ran down her spine, but she didn't want to be rude, so she smiled back. "I'm going to visit my old grandmother." She told him. "She lives just across the next field. I'm bringing her these fish because she's too sick to catch them herself."

Now, the polar bear was a tricky creature, and, thinking that an old grandmother would make a better meal than some fish, he cooked up a plan to get across the field before Little Red. "There are some berries on that tree over there." he said, pointing in the direction of the tree with his nose. "They would go along splendidly with those fish. I'm sure your grandmother would be very happy to have them."

Little Red's smile widened at the bear's kind suggestion. She thanked him and made her way over to the tree.

While she was distracted, the polar bear rushed across the field, barged into Little Red's poor, sick grandmother's cottage, and ate her up in one, big bite.

All that was left was her favorite bow, laying on the ground. The sight of it gave the bear, who still had just enough room for a little-girl-sized second helping, an idea. With a sneaky grin, he put the bow on his head, crawled under the old lady's quilt, and tried to look as grandmotherly as possible.

After searching the tree for berries and finding nothing but frozen pine needles (the bear must have been mistaken), Little Red finally made it to her grandmother's door.

"Grandmother!" she called as she knocked with the hand that wasn't holding the basket of fish. "Are you in? I've brought fish for you, your favorite!"