And Little Red Riding Hood thought to herself: “As long as I live, I will never leave the path and run off into the woods by myself if mother tells me not to.”
He stepped inside, and in the bed there lay the wolf that he had been hunting for such a long time. “He has eaten the grandmother, but perhaps she still can be saved. I won’t shoot him,” thought the huntsman.
Then he took her clothes, put them on, and put her cap on his head. He got into her bed and pulled the curtains shut.
Part 2- The wolf The grandmother lived out in the woods, a half hour from the village. When Little Red Riding Hood entered the woods a wolf came up to her. She did not know what a wicked animal he was, and was not afraid of him. “Good day to you, Little Red Riding Hood.” […]