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Rewritten By Bob Eschenbach
Naples, Florida



Once there was once a woodcutter and his wife. They had a very pretty little girl, with sweet blue eyes and golden hair. She was a hard worker as well. She could feed the pigs, and sew seams in clothing, and churn the butter, so she was very useful to her mother and father. In the next village lived the little girl's old grandmother, who loved her so much that she made a nice scarlet hood for her to keep her warm. When the neighbors saw it, they called her "Little Red Riding Hood." After a time, no one ever thought of calling her by any other name. 


One day, her mother said to her, "Granny has been very ill. Put on your red hood and take her these cheese-cakes that I have made for her." Little Red Riding Hood started off with her basket of cakes on her arm, and soon came to a wood that lay between the two villages. Just then, a wolf was passing. He asked, "Where are you going, Red Riding Hood?"

"I am going to see my grandmother, Mr. Wolf," answered the little girl. "Where does she live?" asked the wolf. Red Riding Hood answered, "Oh, she lives in the first cottage past the mill. She is very ill, so I am taking her these sweet cheese-cakes, which my mother has made for her."

"If she is so ill, I will go and see her, too," said the wolf. "I will go this way, and you go through the wood. We will see who gets there first." He ambled off, and then ran all the way to the cottage.


Tap, tap, tap-the wolf knocked at the cottage door. "Who is there?" asked grandmother. "It is I," answered the wolf, in a soft girl's voice, "Little Red Riding Hood. I have brought you nice fresh cakes and butter." Grandmother called out, "Pull the bobbin and the latch on the door will lift up." 


So, the wolf pulled the bobbin, lifted the latch, and entered the cottage. He frightened the poor grandmother, and she ran out the back door. The wolf knew that Red Riding Hood would soon be there. He looked into the closet and put on a nightgown. He pulled a nightcap right over his ugly rough head, and got into bed. "The old lady got away," he said, "but the little girl will be a delicate morsel to eat."

Meanwhile, Little Red Riding Hood had lingered in the wood. It was so cheerful and bright there. The birds sang merrily in the trees, and the brook chattered to itself, as it ran down to help the mill do its work. Everything was full of life. Red Riding Hood chased the dainty butterflies, and then picked some daisies for her old grandmother, who could not get up from her sick bed and see the spring flowers. At last, Red Riding Hood set off for her grandmother's cottage.


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