LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD
Once upon a time, there was a sweet maiden, very loved by everyone, but mainly by her grandmother, who never knew how to do it enough. He sent her a little red velvet riding hood once, and since it was very suitable for her, and she never wore anything else, people called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day her mother told her: “Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here are some cakes and a bottle of wine for you to take to your grandmother; she’s weak and sick, and they’ll do her good. Hurry up and start before it’s hot, walk nice and well, and don’t run, or you could fall and break the wine bottle, and there would be nothing left for Grandma. And when you walk into her room, don’t forget to say good morning instead of looking at you. “I’ll be careful to take care of him, “Little Red Riding Hood said to her mother and held out her hand.
Now the grandmother lived far away in the forest, half an hour’s walk from town; and when Little Red Riding Hood got to the forest, she found the wolf; but since she didn’t know what kind of bad animal he was, she wasn’t scared. “Good morning, Little Red Riding Hood,” he said. “Thank you very much, wolf,” she replied. “Where are you going so early, Little Red Riding Hood?” “For my grandmother”. “What are you wearing under your apron?” “Cakes and wine; we baked yesterday, and my grandmother is frail and sick, so they will do her good and strengthen her. “Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood? “A quarter of an hour walks from here; his house is under the three oaks, and you should know it from the hazelnut trees, “said Little Red Riding Hood.
The wolf thought to himself: “This cute baby would be a little delicious and would taste better than the old man; I must find a way to achieve both. ” So he walked past Little Red Riding Hood and said: “Little Red Riding Hood, look at the beautiful flowers that grow around you. And I don’t think you hear birds chirping; You flaunt it like you’re going to school and it’s so delicious here in the woods. Little Red Riding Hood looked around, and when she saw the rays of the sun turning here and there through the trees and beautiful flowers everywhere, she thought: “If I would bring my girl a fresh bouquet. Grandmother, she would be very pleased, and it is so early that I will reach her in time. “Then she ran through the forest looking for flowers. And when she had decided on one, she saw an even more beautiful one a little further away, and then she kept going back. But the wolf went straight to her grandmother’s house and knocked on the door. “Who’s here?” called the grandmother. “Little Red Riding Hood,” he replied, “and I brought cake and wine. Please open the door. “Door.” “Lift the bolt,” called the grandmother. “I’m too weak to get up. ‘Then the wolf lifted the bolt, and the door opened, and he fell on his grandmother and ate it without saying a word, then got dressed, put on his cap, lay down on top of it Bed and closed the curtains.
Little Red Riding Hood had been walking among the flowers the whole time, and as she gathered as many as possible, she remembered her grandmother and went to join her. She was surprised to find the door open and when she entered she felt extraordinary and thought to herself, “Wow, how uncomfortable I am and I was so happy to visit my grandma this morning!” And when she said “hello” there was no answer. Then she went to bed and opened the curtains; Grandmother’s hat was folded over her eyes, so she looked extraordinary. “O grandmother, what big ears you have!” “To hear the best.” “O grandmother, what beautiful eyes you have! “To see the best.” “O grandmother, what big hands you have!” “Best to hold you.” “But, Grandma, what a big and terrible mouth you have! “The best to devour you! And as soon as the wolf said that, he jumped out of bed and swallowed poor Little Red Riding Hood.
The wolf, having satisfied his hunger, lay back on the bed, fell asleep and began to snore loudly. The hunter listened as he passed the house and thought, “Like the old snoring man, you better see if there is something wrong with him.” Then he entered the room, walked over to the bed, and saw the wolf lying there. “I finally find you, old sinner!” said; “I’ve been looking for you for a long time.” And he decided that the wolf had swallowed all of Grandma and that he could still be saved. So he didn’t shoot, he took a pair of scissors and started cutting the wolf’s body. When she made a few cuts Little Red Riding Hood appeared, and after a few more cuts she jumped up and screamed: “My God, I’m scared! It is so dark inside the wolf. And then Grandma came out, still alive and breathing. But Little Red Riding Hood went and quickly picked up large stones, with which he filled the wolf’s body so that when he woke up and left, the stones were so heavy that he sank. And fell dead. All three were very satisfied.
The hunter removed the wolf’s skin and took it home. Grandma ate the cakes, drank the wine, and looked up, and Little Red Riding Hood thought to herself that she would never get lost in the woods alone again, but that she would care what her mother told her. We must also tell how, a few days later when Little Red Riding Hood returned to bring cakes to her grandmother, another wolf spoke to her and wanted to tempt her to leave, but she was on guard. She kept going, and she told her grandmother how the wolf knew her and wished her a good day, but she looked such bad
eyes that thought if she hadn’t been on the road, she would have devoured her. “Come on,” said the grandmother, “let’s close the door, so he doesn’t come in. Soon after, the wolf knocked on the door and shouted, “Open the door, Grandma, I’m Little Red Riding Hood, I’m bringing you cakes. But they stood still and did not open the door.
After that, the wolf slipped through the house and finally climbed onto the roof to wait for Little Red Riding Hood to come home for the night; so he intended to jump on it and devour it in the dark. But the grandmother discovered his intrigue. Now there was a big stone trough in front of the house, and the grandmother said to the boy, “Little Red Riding Hood, yesterday I was boiling sausages, so take the bucket and take the water he has. Been boiled and pour it down the drain. . And Little Red Riding Hood did this until the big hollow was full. When the scent of the sausage reached the wolf’s muzzle, he sniffed it, looked around, and stretched his neck so wide that he lost his balance and began to slide, and slid off the ceiling. Directly into the large gutter and drowned. Little Red Riding Hood returned home happy and unharmed.