Little Red Riding Hood

Once upon a time there was a little country girl in a village. Her mother loved her excessively. And her grandmother fell in love with her even more. This good lady had her Little Red Riding Hood made for herself. The girl was so cool that everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One day, after baking her cake, her mother said to her, Bring her a little pan of cake and butter. "

Little Red Riding Hood immediately went to visit her grandmother in another village.

As she was walking through the forest, she met a wolf. The wolf had a strong desire to eat her. he asked her where she was going The poor child did not know that it was dangerous to talk to wolves, so she said, "I will go to my grandmother and bring her some cake and butter."
does she live far away? said the wolf

Little Red Riding Hood answered. "Behind the windmill there, by the first house in the village."

"Well," said the Wolf.

The wolf sprinted to follow her shortest route, and the girl took a detour to amuse herself with collecting nuts, chasing butterflies, and collecting small bouquets. It didn't take long for the wolf to reach the grandmother's house. He knocked on the door:
Tap, tap.

"Who's there?"

"Your grandson, Little Red Riding Hood," replied the Wolf, with a false voice. "Who brought the cake and butter pot your mother sent?"

The good old lady, lying in bed a little sick, exclaimed, "Pull the spool and the latch goes up."

The wolf pulled the spool and the door opened. Then the wolf immediately fell on the good woman and ate it up. Because it had been more than three days since he had eaten. Then he closed the door, climbed onto his grandmother's bed, and waited for Little Red Riding Hood to knock on the door.
Tap, tap.

"Who's there?"

When Little Red Riding Hood heard the wolf's loud voice, she was frightened at first. But her grandmother had a cold and her voice was hoarse, she believed, and she said, "It is your grandson, Little Red Riding Hood, who brought the cake and butter jar that your mother sent," she said. I answered.
The wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."

Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened.

The wolf, seeing her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, "Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come get into bed with me."

Little Red Riding Hood took off her clothes and got into bed. She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightclothes, and said to her, "Grandmother, what big arms you have!"

"All the better to hug you with, my dear."

"Grandmother, what big legs you have!"

"All the better to run with, my child."

"Grandmother, what big ears you have!"

"All the better to hear with, my child."

"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"

"All the better to see with, my child."

"Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!"

"All the better to eat you up with."

And, saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.

Moral:
Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. Some are charming, gentle, well-mannered, humble, smug and sweet, and pursue young women in their homes and on the streets.Unfortunately, these gentle wolves are the most dangerous of all is.