Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived with her mother in a little cottage on the edge of a large, dark, forest. This little girl often wore a pretty little red cloak with a little red hat, and for this reason, people called her "Little Red Riding Hood."

One morning, Little Red Riding Hood's mother called her in and said,

"Little Red Riding Hood, here's a little basket with some bread and butter and sugar cookies. Take this little basket to the cottage of your grandmother who lives on the other side of the forest. Shake a leg! Don't stop along the road! Don't stop and pick flowers! Don't dilly-dally in the forest and under no circumstances don't stop and talk with strangers!"

On the road to the cottage of her grandmother, Little Red Riding Hood met an enormous wolf.

"Well, well, well!" said this wicked wolf, "If it isn't Little Red Riding Hood! Where's our pretty little girl going with her little basket?"

"I'm going to my grandmother's," replied the little girl. "Grandma's sick in bed. I'm taking her some bread and butter and sugar cookies."

"0h ho! Have a nice walk," said the wicked wolf, but he thought to himself , "I'll take a short cut to the cottage of her grandmother. I'll catch up with her later, and then -- oh boy!"

So the wicked wolf took a short cut, and when he reached a cottage of her grandmother, peeked in a window, and saw that the poor old woman was lying in her bed. In a flash, this abominable wolf leaped on her bed, jumped on the poor old woman and gobbled her up. Then this retched animal put on her grandmother's night cap and night gown, and curled up in her bed.

In a little while, Little Red Riding Hood arrived at her cottage, and rang her door bell. "Come in, sweet heart," said the wicked wolf, disguising his voice.Little Red Riding Hood entered the bed room and stood by her grandmother's bed.

Moral : Under no circumstances should little girls stop and talk with strangers.

"Oh Grandma!" cried the little girl hysterically. "What big eyes you've got! I never saw such big eyes!"

"Better to look at you with," said the blood-thirsty wolf, with a wicked smile on his face..

"Oh, Grandma, what a big nose! I never saw such an enormous nose!"

"Better to smell you with, darling, " whispered the wolf, and his mouth was watering.

"Oh Grandma, what a big mouth you have! I never saw such a big mouth!"

These were the unfortunate little girl's last words.

All of the sudden, taking off the covers and springing out of bed, this hard-hearted wolf lept on poor Little Red Riding Hot and gobbled her up.

H. Chace
Anguish Langish, 1940