Halloween Archive -- 2008 -- The Year of Little Red Riding Hood
Maggie & Eva:
There's something peculiar about this doctor:
"Little Red Riding Hood"
ONCE upon a time a nice little girl lived in a country village, and she was the sweetest creature that ever was seen; her mother loved her with great fondness, and her grandmother doted on her still more. A pretty red-coloured hood had been made for the little girl, which so much became her, that everyone called her Little Red Riding-Hood.
The little girl, not knowing how dangerous it was to talk to a wolf, replied:
"I am going to see my grandmamma, and carry her these cakes and a pot of butter."
"Does she live far off?'' said the Wolf.
"Oh, yes,'' answered little Red Riding-Hood, "beyond the mill you see yonder, at the first house in the village."
"Well," said the Wolf, "I will go and see her too; I will take this way, and you take that, and let us see which will be there first."
The Wolf soon arrived at the dwelling of the Grandmother, and knocked at the door.
"Who is there?" said the old woman.
"It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding-Hood," replied the wolf, in the voice of the little girl; "I have brought you some cheese-cakes, and a little pot of butter, that mamma has sent you."
The good old woman, who was ill in bed, then called out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."
The Wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.
But one of the woodmen, hearing the dame in the closet, burst open the door, and to their great relief they found her safe.
Little Red Riding-Hood and her grandmother ate but little, but they did their utmost to make their deliverers welcome.
The woodmen highly complimented the grandmother at her outwitting the cunning old wolf.
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Maggie & Eva:
There's something peculiar about this doctor:
"Little Red Riding Hood"
ONCE upon a time a nice little girl lived in a country village, and she was the sweetest creature that ever was seen; her mother loved her with great fondness, and her grandmother doted on her still more. A pretty red-coloured hood had been made for the little girl, which so much became her, that everyone called her Little Red Riding-Hood.
The little girl, not knowing how dangerous it was to talk to a wolf, replied:
"I am going to see my grandmamma, and carry her these cakes and a pot of butter."
"Does she live far off?'' said the Wolf.
"Oh, yes,'' answered little Red Riding-Hood, "beyond the mill you see yonder, at the first house in the village."
"Well," said the Wolf, "I will go and see her too; I will take this way, and you take that, and let us see which will be there first."
The Wolf soon arrived at the dwelling of the Grandmother, and knocked at the door.
"Who is there?" said the old woman.
"It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding-Hood," replied the wolf, in the voice of the little girl; "I have brought you some cheese-cakes, and a little pot of butter, that mamma has sent you."
The good old woman, who was ill in bed, then called out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."
The Wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.
The grand-dame saw the wolf looked fierce and hungry, so she instantly got off the bed, away from the wolf, and moved toward the door of a closet, saying: "Pray, excuse me a minute, Sir: I am not dressed to receive company."
"Don't mind me, I beg," said the wolf, with a horrid grin, looking savagely hungry, and made a spring across the bed, and seized the wrapper she had on with his teeth. But fright made the old dame active, and, as quick as thought, she slipped off her loose wrapper which the wolf had hold of, and darted into the closet, and bolted the door, before he could recover himself; then fell down in a fainting-fit through fright.But one of the woodmen, hearing the dame in the closet, burst open the door, and to their great relief they found her safe.
Little Red Riding-Hood fell upon her Grand-mamma's neck, kissing her and weeping for
joy.
The grandmother soon recovered from her terrible fright, and
produced what good things she had to regale the woodmen with, of
which they eat heartily, making a breakfast and dinner in one.
Little Red Riding-Hood and her grandmother ate but little, but they did their utmost to make their deliverers welcome.
The woodmen highly complimented the grandmother at her outwitting the cunning old wolf.
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