Then he closed the door and lay down on Grandmother's bed, waiting for Little Red Riding Hood, who, before long, came knocking at the door: Rat-a-tat-tat. He threw himself on the good woman and devoured her in no time, for he had eaten nothing in the last three days. 'And I'm bringing you some cake and a little pot of butter sent by my mother.' The dear grandmother, who was in bed because she was not feeling well, called out: 'Pull the bolt and the latch will open.' The wolf pul1ed the bolt, and the door opened wide. 'Who's there?' 'It's your granddaughter, Little Red Riding Hood,' said the wolf, disguising his voice. The wolf did not take long to get to Grandmother's house. She had a good time gathering nuts, chasing butterflies, and picking bunches of Rowers that she found. I'll take the path over here, and you take the path over there, and we'll see who gets there first.' The wolf ran as fast as he could on the shorter path, and the little girl continued on her way along the longer path. Hers is the first house you come to in the village.' 'Well, well,' said the wolf.

'She lives beyond the mill that you can see over there. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stop and listen to wolves, said: 4'I'm going to see my grandmother and am taking her some cakes and a little pot of butter sent by my mother.' 'Does she live very far away?' asked the wolf. But he didn't dare because some woodcutters were in the forest. As she was walking through the woods she met old Neighbor Wolf, who wanted to eat her right there on the spot. Take her some cakes and this little pot of butter.' Little Red Riding Hood left right away for her grandmother's house, which was in another village.

One day, her mother baked some cakes and said to her: 'I want you to go and see how your grandmother is faring, for I've heard that she's ill. The hood suited the child so much that everywhere she went she was known by the name Little Red Riding Hood. Her grandmother adored her even more and made a little red hood for her. Once upon a time there was a village girl, the prettiest you can imagine.

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