It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time.' 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. 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.' I must act craftily, so as to catch both.' 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. '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.
'Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?' 'Cake and wine yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger.' 'Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?' 'Good day, Little Red Riding Hood,' said he. Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him. 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. 'I will take great care,' said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it. 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.' 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.
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.' 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, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child.
0 kommentar(er)
