The story of Little Red Riding Hood Little Red Riding Hood by Leanne Guenther Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a village near the forest. Whenever she went out, the little girl wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called her Little Red Riding Hood. One morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother as it had been awhile since they'd seen each other. "That's a good idea," her mother said. So they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood to take to her grandmother. When the basket was ready, the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her mother goodbye. "Remember, go straight to Grandma's house," her mother cautioned. "Don't dawdle along the way and please don't talk to strangers! The woods are dangerous." "Don't worry, mommy," said Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll be careful." But when Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her promise to her mother. She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for awhile, listened to the frogs croaking and then picked a few more.

Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn't notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her... Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside her. "What are you doing out here, little girl?" the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could muster. "I'm on my way to see my Grandma who lives through the forest, near the brook," Little Red Riding Hood replied. Then she realized how late she was and quickly excused herself, rushing down the path to her Grandma's house. The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut... The wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandma's and knocked lightly at the door. "Oh thank goodness dear! Come in, come in! I was worried sick that something had happened to you in the forest," said Grandma thinking that the knock was her granddaughter. The wolf let himself in. Poor Granny did not have time to say another word, before the wolf gobbled her up! The wolf let out a satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny's wardrobe to find a nightgown that he liked. He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good measure, dabbed some of Granny's perfume behind his pointy ears.

A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door. The wolf jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his nose. "Who is it?" he called in a cackly voice. "It's me, Little Red Riding Hood." "Oh how lovely! Do come in, my dear," croaked the wolf. When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little cottage, she could scarcely recognize her Grandmother. "Grandmother! Your voice sounds so odd. Is something the matter?" she asked. "Oh, I just have touch of a cold," squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the point. "But Grandmother! What big ears you have," said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to the bed. "The better to hear you with, my dear," replied the wolf. "But Grandmother! What big eyes you have," said Little Red Riding Hood. "The better to see you with, my dear," replied the wolf. "But Grandmother! What big teeth you have," said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering slightly. "The better to eat you with, my dear," roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to chase the little girl.

Almost too late, Little Red Riding Hood realized that the person in the bed was not her Grandmother, but a hungry wolf. She ran across the room and through the door, shouting, "Help! Wolf!" as loudly as she could. A woodsman who was chopping logs nearby heard her cry and ran towards the cottage as fast as he could. He grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the poor Grandmother who was a bit frazzled by the whole experience, but still in one piece."Oh Grandma, I was so scared!" sobbed Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll never speak to strangers or dawdle in the forest again." "There, there, child. You've learned an important lesson. Thank goodness you shouted loud enough for this kind woodsman to hear you!" The woodsman knocked out the wolf and carried him deep into the forest where he wouldn't bother people any longer. Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had a nice lunch and a long chat. Little Red Riding Hood and the Bad Idea Shortcut <br>''Oh, just a few chin hairs. The better to tickle you with, my Dear!'' Grandmother Woodsman (SET: Grandma�s house on one side of stage with a bed.

Portable Trees in front of Grandma�s house. Mother enters with cloak and basket.) ------ LINES SKIPPED - Typical beginning of the story. RED meets the WOLF. ------ ---- LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD: A short cut? My mother said not to take a shortcut. WOLF: Not to take a shortcut? Are you sure? Maybe she said you SHOULD take a short cut. To get there faster! RED RIDING HOOD: Oh, yes! I think that is what she said. Thank you, Mr. Wolf! Good bye! (EXITS) Wolf: Good-bye, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! What a foolish little girl. I wanted to kill and eat her right now, but I will wait and have her for dessert! Ha ha ha ha! That road will take her twice as long, and now I will take the SHORTCUT! Ha ha ha ha! (EXITS) ------ ------ ---- Wolf: It�s me grandmother, Little Red Riding Hood, and I brought you a basket with some bread and honey. Grandmother: Bread and honey. Yummy! Come in my little daughter, push the door. WOLF (ENTERING HOUSE): Hello Grandma! GRANDMA: The Wolf!

Get out of my house! WOLF: How rude! Aren�t you inviting me in for dinner? GRANDMA: NO! Get out! (jumps out of bed) WOLF: I am so hungry. Just a bite? GRANDMA: No bites! I am a sick old lady! Go away! (runs away) WOLF: Well, I am sick of being hungry. Come here Granny! GRANDMA: (throwing things) Go away, you Brute! You Animal! You Monster! Go away! WOLF: Ow! Ow! Ow! She has a good arm! GRANDMA: Oh, Help! Help! Help! WOLF: So, no more things to throw! Come here my delicious Grandma Nugget!------ ---- ------ ---- WOLF: Little Red Riding Hood is coming! I must dress up like Grandma to fool her. NARRATOR: The Wolf found Grandma�s extra night cap and put it on. He found her extra nightgown and tried to squeeeeeeze into it. Tried to suck in his breath and squeeeeze into it. WOLF (putting on nightgown): I seem to have put on a little weight.

NARRATOR: The Wolf was a very ugly Grandma.... ------ ---- RED RIDING HOOD: You don�t like bread and honey? WOLF: I am sorry my dear. I have an upset tummy. Come closer so I may look upon your face. RED RIDING HOOD: I brought you flowers. See how pretty they are. Should I put them in a vase with water? WOLF: Forget the stupid flowers! Just come closer so I may look at you my dear. RED RIDING HOOD: OK.... How are you feeling, Grandma? WOLF: Oh, sick. Very sick. (cough cough) But if you come closer so I can look at your face, I will feel better. Closer.. closer... closer... closer.... RED RIDING HOOD: If I come any closer, I will be behind you. WOLF: Just a little closer, so I can see your smile. Your delicious smile. NARRATOR: Grandma was acting strangely, so Little Red Riding Hood felt a little scared, but she was an obedient girl so she did go closer, but when she did, she was shocked at what she saw! RED RIDING HOOD: Oh, Grandma! You do look sick!

You have SUCH A BIG HAIRY FACE! WOLF: Just a few chin hairs. The better to tickle you with my dear. RED RIDING HOOD: And SUCH BIG EYES, Grandma! WOLF: The better to see you with, My Dear. If you would just get CLOSER! Hold my paw, I mean my HAND, dear Little Red Riding Hood. ------ WOLF: The better to EAT you with, My Dear! (WOLF grabs RED RIDING HOOD) RED RIDING HOOD: SCREAM!!! (She slugs the WOLF, knocking him behind the bed with grandma. Meanwhile, the Narrator is reading aloud from the script, not paying attention.) NARRATOR: The Wolf grabbed Little Red Riding Hood and gobbled her up! RED RIDING HOOD: Grandma! Grandma! Where are you? GRANDMA�S MUFFLED VOICE: Hllp Rrrrd Rdddggg Hhhhhhd! NARRATOR: Poor Little Red Riding Hood! Swallowed by the Wolf! RED RIDING HOOD: I hear you Grandma! Where are you? Oh, my! You must be inside the Wolf�s belly! I�ll get you out Grandma!

(RED RIDING HOOD jumps up and down behind the bed, pretending to jump on the Wolf.) WOLF: GRUNT! GRUNT! GRUNT! STOP JUMPING ON ME! OOOOOF! OOOOOF! (The WOLF is behind the jumping Red Riding Hood, waving his arms and legs above the bed.) (While LITTLE RED is jumping: the NARRATOR keeps talking:) NARRATOR: A passing Woodsman heard Little Red Riding Hood screaming. WOLF: THAT�S ME SCREAMING! Ow! Ow! Ow!------ ---- Fairy Tale Origins — Little Red Riding Hood in France The stories behind the fairy tales, myths and legends we live by. Little Red Riding Hood in France In the forests of France one of the first versions of Little Red Riding Hood was “The Story of Grandmother”. This was an oral tale that had been passed down through many generations. The tale was believed to be cautionary, a warning against dallying in the woods and of course against wolves. In this version of the tale Granny is not only eaten by the wolf, he also puts her meat in the cupboard and a bottle of her blood on the shelf.

When Red comes in he urges her to eat the meat and drink the “wine”, when she does a cat walks by and calls her a slut for eating her own grandmother. In The Trials and Tribulations of Little Red Riding Hood: Versions of the Tale in Sociocultural Context Zipes wonders if this symbolizes the replacement of one generation by another. After that Red strips for the wolf she asks what she should do with each article of clothing only to be told to throw it on the fire, as she wouldn’t be needing it anymore. Red then goes through and asks the questions that lead her to the unfortunate conclusion that this is not her grandmother. She then asks one more question: “Can I go to the bathroom”? Thus she leaves the house and runs home, by the time the wolf realizes he has been duped, it is too late. So perhaps Red had something passed down to her from her Grandmother, her femininity, her quick thinking, and her shrewdness. While it could not save the older infirm generation, it was enough to save Red. So, perhaps, the folk tale was not just a warning tale, but also a celebration of a young girl’s coming of age.

This and other versions most probably contributed to the first literary version of the tale written by Perrault in 1697. Perrault, as well as several other Frenchmen of the upper class, were attempting to teach and train their children to hold upper class morals. It was a new thing and one of the tricks pulled was taking tales from the lower class and re-writing them for the upper class. Such vulgarity as Red eating Grandma and such independence as Red shows when she ran away were cut from the story. The tale reveals a social order in which women required masculine protection and guidance. Any female who chose to be alone placed herself outside the social norm. Therefore any independence or quick thinking was stripped from the tale as it had no place inside the heads of female children of the upper class. Instead the tale spelled out the sexuality of the situation, and ended with Red being eaten by the wolf. Also in this version a red cloak was introduced for the first time. At that particular time in seventeenth century France red cloaks were typically worn by French prostitutes, even today the concept of a red light district is still fairly common. You can be certain the significance was not lost on the young women this story was told to.

This is not really a fairy tale either, it is just a cautionary tale, one that is intended to shock and scare the children into obedience with Perrault’s wishes. This is why Red dies, and stays dead at the end. This story painted the picture of the perfect girl child. She is pretty, spoiled, and stupid. This fulfills the male fantasy of having a simple, docile, obedient, subservient, stupid wife. This also explains why the child sees nothing wrong with getting in bed with a wolf, and staying there. Again a young women would notice that while she needed to be docile, obedient and subservient she also needed to beware, act stupid but don’t be stupid. There is also some argument about why this particular tale was chosen by Perrault to be written in a literary fashion. He was serving at the time in the court of King Louis XIV, a king who had a cross dressing bisexual brother. At the time the brother enjoyed dressing up as a woman and going into the women’s only salons where he would lay in one of the beds and urge other young ladies to climb in with him.

He would then proceed to and sometimes successfully seduce them, sometimes without anyone else in the salon being any the wiser as he hid his actions underneath his vast skirts or the blankets of the bed he was lying in. This was doubly sinister for the young, naive girls of the court as their virginity was often their only bargaining chip and without it they had nothing. If they reported a rape they were punished severely. In France, at the time, rape was considered a woman’s fault and got her either banished or killed if she came forward with the crime. Perrault’s version may be the cruelest version of Little Red Riding Hood but it also accurately reflected the cruelness of the world that surrounded it and young girls of his era were wise if they listened to the lesson it had to give. Little Red Riding Hood Kids Story | Fairy Tales Bedtime Stories for Kids - YouTube Little Red Riding Hood Kids Story | Fairy Tales Bedtime Stories for Kids Want to watch this again later? Sign in to add this video to a playlist. Need to report the video? Sign in to report inappropriate content. The interactive transcript could not be loaded. Loading... Rating is available when the video has been rented. This feature is not available right now.

Please try again later. Published on May 14, 2014 Kids Story LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD is #1st bedtime story for kids in our Youtube channel. Links to our fairy tales and kids stories : 1- Little Red Riding Hood : 4- Bremen Town Musicians : 5- Snow White : 6- The Little Mermaid : 7- Snow Queen : 11- Beauty and the Beast : 12- Alice in Wonderland : 14- Hansel and Gretel : 15- Aladdin and the Magic Lamp : 16- Puss in Boots : 17- The Little Match Girl : SUBSCRIBE to our Youtube Channel NOW for FREE ! Click here : and follow our next stories for kids. LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD - Details : "Little Red Riding Hood", or "Little Red Ridinghood", also known as "Little Red Cap" or simply "Red Riding Hood", is a European fairy tale about a young girl and a Big Bad Wolf.[1] The story has been changed considerably in its history and subject to numerous modern adaptations and readings.

The story was first published by Charles Perrault.[2] LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD - PLOT : The story revolves around a girl called Little Red Riding Hood. In the Grimms' and Perrault's versions of the tale, she is named after the red hooded cape/cloak that she wears. The girl walks through the woods to deliver food to her sickly grandmother (wine and cake depending on the translation). In the Grimms' version, she had the order from her mother to stay strictly on the path. A Big Bad Wolf wants to eat the girl and the food in the basket. He secretly stalks her behind trees, bushes, shrubs, and patches of little and tall grass. He approaches Little Red Riding Hood and she naïvely tells him where she is going. He suggests that the girl pick some flowers; which she does. In the meantime; he goes to the grandmother's house and gains entry by pretending to be the girl. He swallows the grandmother whole (in some stories, he locks her in the closet) and waits for the girl, disguised as the grandma. When the girl arrives, she notices that her grandmother looks very strange.

Little Red then says, "What a deep voice you have!" ("The better to greet you with"), "Goodness, what big eyes you have!" ("The better to see you with"), "And what big hands you have!" ("The better to hug/grab you with"), and lastly, "What a big mouth you have" ("The better to eat you with!"), at which point the wolf jumps out of bed, and eats her up too. Then he falls asleep. In Charles Perrault's version of the story (the first version to be published), the tale ends here. However, in later versions the story continues generally as follows: A woodcutter (in the French version, but in the Brothers Grimm and traditional German versions it was a hunter) comes to the rescue and with his axe cuts open the sleeping wolf. Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother emerge unharmed. They then fill the wolf's body with heavy stones.

The wolf awakens and tries to flee, but the stones cause him to collapse and die (Sanitized versions of the story have the grandmother shut in the closet instead of eaten, and some have Little Red Riding Hood saved by the lumberjack as the wolf advances on her rather than after she is eaten where the woodcutter kills the wolf with his axe).[4]...... For more info about "The Little Red Riding Hood" fairy tale story : Little Red Riding Hood Little Red Riding Hood and other tales of Aarne-Thompson-Uther type 333 translated and/or edited by Little Red Riding Hood Charles Perrault Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her; and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day her mother, having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill.

Take her a cake, and this little pot of butter." Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village. As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my mother." "Does she live far off?" said the wolf "Oh I say," answered Little Red Riding Hood; "it is beyond that mill you see there, at the first house in the village." "Well," said the wolf, "and I'll go and see her too. I'll go this way and go you that, and we shall see who will be there first." The wolf ran as fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers.

It was not long before the wolf arrived at the old woman's house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap. "Who's there?" "Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf, counterfeiting her voice; "who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by mother." The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment, for it been more than three days since he had eaten. He then shut the door and got into the grandmother's bed, expecting Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap, tap.

"Who's there?" Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, "It is your grandchild Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you." 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. There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all.

Source: Andrew Lang, The Blue Fairy Book , 5th edition (London: Longmans, Green, and Company, 1891), pp. 51-53 . Lang's source: Charles Perrault, Histoires ou contes du temps passé, avec des moralités: Contes de ma mère l'Oye (Paris, 1697). The French title of this famous tale is "Le Petit Chaperon rouge." Little Red Cap Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl. Everyone who saw her liked her, but most of all her grandmother, who did not know what to give the child next. Once she gave her a little cap made of red velvet. Because it suited her so well, and she wanted to wear it all the time, she came to be known as Little Red Cap. One day her mother said to her, "Come Little Red Cap. Here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to your grandmother. She is sick and weak, and they will do her well. Mind your manners and give her my greetings.

Behave yourself on the way, and do not leave the path, or you might fall down and break the glass, and then there will be nothing for your sick grandmother." Little Red Cap promised to obey her mother. The grandmother lived out in the woods, a half hour from the village. When Little Red Cap 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 Cap." "Thank you, wolf." Little Red Hood Lower Lusatia Once upon a time, there was a little darling damsel, whom everybody loved that looked upon her, but her old granny loved her best of all, and didn't know what to give the dear child for love. Once she made her a hood of red samite, and since that became her so well, and she, too, would wear nothing else on her head, people gave her the name of "Red Hood." Once her mother said to Red Hood, "Go; here is a slice of cake and a bottle of wine; carry them to old granny. She is ill and weak, and they will refresh her.

But be pretty behaved, and don't peep about in all corners when you come into her room, and don't forget to say 'Good-day.' Walk, too, prettily, and don't go out of the road, otherwise you will fall and break the bottle, and then poor granny will have nothing." Red Hood said, "I will observe everything well that you have told me," and gave her mother her hand upon it. But granny lived out in a forest, half an hour's walk from the village. When Red Hood went into the forest, she met a wolf. But she did not know what a wicked beast he was, and was not afraid of him. "God help you, Red Hood!" said he. "God bless you, wolf!" replied she. "Whither so early, Red Hood?" "To granny." "What have you there under your mantle?" "Cake and wine. We baked yesterday; old granny must have a good meal for once, and strengthen herself therewith." "Where does your granny live, Red Hood?" "A good quarter of an hour's walk further in the forest, under yon three large oaks.

There stands her house; further beneath are the nut trees, which you will see there," said Red Hood. The wolf thought within himself, "This nice young damsel is a rich morsel. She will taste better than the old woman; but you must trick her cleverly, that you may catch both." For a time he went by Red Hood's side Then said he, "Red Hood! Just look! There are such pretty flowers here! Why don't you look round at them all? Methinks you don't even hear how delightfully the birds are singing! You are as dull as if you were going to school, and yet it is so cheerful in the forest!" Little Red Hood lifted up her eyes, and when she saw how the sun's rays glistened through the tops of the trees, and every place was full of flowers, she bethought herself, "If I bring with me a sweet smelling nosegay to granny, it will cheer her. It is still so early, that I shall come to her in plenty of time," and therewith she skipped into the forest and looked for flowers.

And when she had plucked one, she fancied that another further off was nicer, and ran there, and went always deeper and deeper into the forest. But the wolf went by the straight road to old granny's, and knocked at the door. "Who's there?" Little Red Hat Italy/Austria Once there was an old woman who had a granddaughter named Little Red Hat. One day they were both in the field when the old woman said, "I am going home now. You come along later and bring me some soup." After a while Little Red Hat set out for her grandmother's house, and she met an ogre, who said, "Hello, my dear Little Red Hat. Where are you going?" "I am going to my grandmother's to take her some soup." "Good," he replied, "I'll come along too. Are you going across the stones or the thorns?" "I'm going across the stones," said the girl. "Then I'll go across the thorns," replied the ogre. They left. But on the way Little Red Hat came to a meadow where beautiful flowers of all colors were in bloom, and the girl picked as many as her heart desired.

Meanwhile the ogre hurried on his way, and although he had to cross the thorns, he arrived at the house before Little Red Hat. He went inside, killed the grandmother, ate her up, and climbed into her bed. He also tied her intestine onto the door in place of the latch string and placed her blood, teeth, and jaws in the kitchen cupboard. He had barely climbed into bed when Little Red Hat arrived and knocked at the door. "Come in" called the ogre with a dampened voice. Little Red Hat tried to open the door, but when she noticed that she was pulling on something soft, she called out, "Grandmother, this thing is so soft!" "Just pull and keep quiet. It is your grandmother's intestine!" "What did you say?" The Grandmother France There was a woman who had made some bread. She said to her daughter, "Go and carry a hot loaf and a bottle of milk to your grandmother." So the little girl set forth. Where two paths crossed she met the bzou [werewolf], who said to her, "Where are you going?" "I am carrying a hot loaf and a bottle of milk to my grandmother." "Which path are you taking? said the bzou.

"The one of needles or the one of pins?" "The one of needles," said the little girl. "Good! I am taking the one of pins." The little girl entertained herself by gathering needles. The bzou arrived at the grandmother's house and killed her. He put some of her flesh in the pantry and a bottle of her blood on the shelf. The little girl arrived and knocked at the door. "Push on the door," said the bzou. "It is blocked with a pail of water." "Good day, grandmother. I have brought you a hot loaf and a bottle of milk." "Put it in the pantry, my child. Take some of the meat that is there, and the bottle of wine that is on the shelf." While she was eating, a little cat that was there said, "For shame! The slut is eating her grandmother's flesh and drinking her grandmother's blood." "Get undressed, my child," said the bzou, and come to bed with me." "Where should I put my apron?" "Throw it into the fire.

You won't need it anymore." And for all her clothes -- her bodice, her dress, her petticoat, and her shoes and stockings -- she asked where she should put them, and the wolf replied, "Throw them into the fire, my child.

You won't need them anymore." When she had gone to bed the little girl said, "Oh, grandmother, how hairy you are!" "The better to keep myself warm, my child." "Oh, grandmother, what long nails you have!" "The better to scratch myself with, my child!" "Oh, grandmother, what big shoulders you have!" "The better to carry firewood with, my child!" "Oh, grandmother, what big ears you have!" "The better to hear with, my child!" "Oh, grandmother, what a big nose you have!" "To better take my tobacco with, my child!" "Oh, grandmother, what a big mouth you have!" "The better to eat you with, my child!" "Oh, grandmother, I have to do it outside!" "Do it in the bed, my child!" "Oh no, grandmother, I really have to do it outside." "All right, but don't take too long." The bzou tied a woolen thread to her foot and let her go. As soon as the little girl was outside she tied the end of the thread to a plum tree in the yard. The bzou grew impatient and said, "Are you doing a load?

Are you doing a load?" Not hearing anyone reply, he jumped out of bed and hurried after the little girl, who had escaped. He followed her, but he arrived at her home just as she went inside. The True History of Little Golden-Hood Charles Marelles You know the tale of poor Little Red Riding-Hood, that the wolf deceived and devoured, with her cake, her little butter can, and her grandmother. Well, the true story happened quite differently, as we know now. And first of all the little girl was called and is still called Little Golden-Hood; secondly, it was not she, nor the good grand-dame, but the wicked wolf who was, in the end, caught and devoured. Only listen. The story begins something like the tale. There was once a little peasant girl, pretty and nice as a star in its season. Her real name was Blanchette, but she was more often called Little Golden-Hood, on account of a wonderful little cloak with a hood, gold- and fire-colored, which she always had on.

This little hood was given her by her grandmother, who was so old that she did not know her age; it ought to bring her good luck, for it was made of a ray of sunshine, she said. And as the good old woman was considered something of a witch, everyone thought the little hood rather bewitched too. And so it was, as you will see. One day the mother said to the child, "Let us see, my Little Golden-Hood, if you know now how to find your way by yourself. You shall take this good piece of cake to your grandmother for a Sunday treat tomorrow. You will ask her how she is, and come back at once, without stopping to chatter on the way with people you don't know. Do you quite understand?" "I quite understand," replied Blanchette gaily. And off she went with the cake, quite proud of her errand. But the grandmother lived in another village, and there was a big wood to cross before getting there.

At a turn of the road under the trees, suddenly, "Who goes there?" "Friend wolf." He had seen the child start alone, and the villain was waiting to devour her; when at the same moment he perceived some woodcutters who might observe him, and he changed his mind. Instead of falling upon Blanchette he came frisking up to her like a good dog. "'Tis you! my nice Little Golden-Hood," said he. So the little girl stops to talk with the wolf, who, for all that, she did not know in the least. "You know me, then!" said she. "What is your name?" "My name is friend wolf. And where are you going thus, my pretty one, with your little basket on your arm?" "I am going to my grandmother, to take her a good piece of cake for her Sunday treat tomorrow." "And where does she live, your grandmother?" "She lives at the other side of the wood, in the first house in the village, near the windmill, you know." "Ah! yes! I know now," said the wolf.

"Well, that's just where I'm going; I shall get there before you, no doubt, with your little bits of legs, and I'll tell her you're coming to see her; then she'll wait for you." Thereupon the wolf cuts across the wood, and in five minutes arrives at the grandmother's house. He knocks at the door: toc, toc. No answer. Beatrix Potter What a funny sight it is to see a brood of ducklings with a hen! -- Listen to the story of Jemima Puddle-duck, who was annoyed because the farmer's wife would not let her hatch her own eggs. Her sister-in-law, Mrs. Rebeccah Puddle-duck, was perfectly willing to leave the hatching to some one else -- "I have not the patience to sit on a nest for twenty-eight days; and no more have you, Jemima. You would let them go cold; you know you would!" "I wish to hatch my own eggs; I will hatch them all by myself," quacked Jemima Puddle-duck. She tried to hide her eggs; but they were always found and carried off. Jemima Puddle-duck became quite desperate.

She determined to make a nest right away from the farm. She set off on a fine spring afternoon along the cart-road that leads over the hill. She was wearing a shawl and a poke bonnet. When she reached the top of the hill, she saw a wood in the distance. She thought that it looked a safe quiet spot. Jemima Puddle-duck was not much in the habit of flying. She ran downhill a few yards flapping her shawl, and then she jumped off into the air. She flew beautifully when she had got a good start. She skimmed along over the tree-tops until she saw an open place in the middle of the wood, where the trees and brushwood had been cleared. Jemima alighted rather heavily, and began to waddle about in search of a convenient dry nesting-place. She rather fancied a tree-stump amongst some tall fox-gloves. But -- seated upon the stump, she was startled to find an elegantly dressed gentleman reading a newspaper. He had black prick ears and sandy coloured whiskers.

"Quack?" said Jemima Puddle-duck, with her head and her bonnet on one side -- "Quack?" The gentleman raised his eyes above his newspaper and looked curiously at Jemima -- "Madam, have you lost your way?" said he. He had a long bushy tail which he was sitting upon, as the stump was somewhat damp. Jemima thought him mighty civil and handsome. She explained that she had not lost her way, but that she was trying to find a convenient dry nesting-place. "Ah! is that so? indeed!" said the gentleman with sandy whiskers, looking curiously at Jemima. He folded up the newspaper, and put it in his coat-tail pocket. Jemima complained of the superfluous hen. "Indeed! how interesting! I wish I could meet with that fowl. I would teach it to mind its own business!" "But as to a nest -- there is no difficulty: I have a sackful of feathers in my wood-shed. No, my dear madam, you will be in nobody's way. You may sit there as long as you like," said the bushy long-tailed gentleman.

He led the way to a very retired, dismal-looking house amongst the fox-gloves. It was built of faggots and turf, and there were two broken pails, one on top of another, by way of a chimney. "This is my summer residence; you would not find my earth -- my winter house -- so convenient," said the hospitable gentleman. There was a tumble-down shed at the back of the house, made of old soap-boxes. The gentleman opened the door, and showed Jemima in. The shed was almost quite full of feathers -- it was almost suffocating; but it was comfortable and very soft. Jemima Puddle-duck was rather surprised to find such a vast quantity of feathers. But it was very comfortable; and she made a nest without any trouble at all. When she came out, the sandy whiskered gentleman was sitting on a log reading the newspaper -- at least he had it spread out, but he was looking over the top of it. He was so polite, that he seemed almost sorry to let Jemima go home for the night. He promised to take great care of her nest until she came back again next day.

He said he loved eggs and ducklings; he should be proud to see a fine nestful in his wood-shed. Jemima Puddle-duck came every afternoon; she laid nine eggs in the nest. They were greeny white and very large. The foxy gentleman admired them immensely. He used to turn them over and count them when Jemima was not there. At last Jemima told him that she intended to begin to sit next day -- "and I will bring a bag of corn with me, so that I need never leave my nest until the eggs are hatched. They might catch cold," said the conscientious Jemima. "Madam, I beg you not to trouble yourself with a bag; I will provide oats. But before you commence your tedious sitting, I intend to give you a treat. Let us have a dinner-party all to ourselves! "May I ask you to bring up some herbs from the farm-garden to make a savoury omelette? Sage and thyme, and mint and two onions, and some parsley. I will provide lard for the stuff-lard for the omelette," said the hospitable gentleman with sandy whiskers.

Jemima Puddle-duck was a simpleton: not even the mention of sage and onions made her suspicious. She went round the farm-garden, nibbling off snippets of all the different sorts of herbs that are used for stuffing roast duck. And she waddled into the kitchen, and got two onions out of a basket. The collie-dog Kep met her coming out, "What are you doing with those onions? Where do you go every afternoon by yourself, Jemima Puddle-duck?" Jemima was rather in awe of the collie; she told him the whole story. The collie listened, with his wise head on one side; he grinned when she described the polite gentleman with sandy whiskers. He asked several questions about the wood, and about the exact position of the house and shed. Then he went out, and trotted down the village. He went to look for two fox-hound puppies who were out at walk with the butcher. Jemima Puddle-duck went up the cart-road for the last time, on a sunny afternoon. She was rather burdened with bunches of herbs and two onions in a bag.

She flew over the wood, and alighted opposite the house of the bushy long-tailed gentleman. He was sitting on a log; he sniffed the air, and kept glancing uneasily round the wood. When Jemima alighted he quite jumped. "Come into the house as soon as you have looked at your eggs. Give me the herbs for the omelette. Be sharp!" He was rather abrupt. Jemima Puddle-duck had never heard him speak like that. She felt surprised, and uncomfortable. While she was inside she heard pattering feet round the back of the shed. Some one with a black nose sniffed at the bottom of the door, and then locked it. Jemima became much alarmed. Little Red Riding Hood (Thomson, 1884) [SWITCH] Once upon a time there lived in a pretty cottage, on the borders of a great forest, a woodman and his wife who had one little daughter, a sweet child, and a favorite with every one.

She was the joy of her mother's heart, and to please her, the good woman made her a little scarlet cloak and hood, in which she looked so pretty, that everybody called her Little Red Riding-Hood. One day her mother told her she meant to send her to her grandmother-- a very old lady who lived in the heart [PAGE] [PAGE] of a neighboring wood--to take her some fresh butter and new-laid eggs and a nice cake. Little Red Riding-Hood was delighted at being sent on this errand, for she liked to do kind things, and it was such a very long time since she had seen her grandmother, that she had almost forgotten what the old lady looked like. The sun was shining brightly, but it was not too warm under the shade of the old trees, and Little Red Riding-Hood went on [PAGE] [PAGE] her way singing and gathering great bunches of wild flowers to give to her grandmother. She sang so sweetly that a cushat dove flew down from a tree and followed her.

[SWITCH] Now, it happened that a wolf, a very cruel, greedy creature, also heard her as she passed, and longed to eat her for his breakfast, but he knew Hugh, the woodman, was at work very near with his great dog, and he was afraid they might hear Little Red Riding-Hood cry out if he frightened her, and then they would kill him. So, after following her a little way, he came up to her very gently and said, "Good day, Little Red Riding-Hood, where are you going?" "To see my grandmother," said the child, "and take her a present from mother of eggs and butter and cake." "Where does your grandmother live?" asked the wolf. "Quite in the middle of the wood," she replied. "Oh! I think I know the house. Good-bye, Little Red Riding-Hood." And the wolf ran off as fast as he could go. Little Red Riding-Hood was not in a hurry, and there were many things to amuse her in the wood. She ran after the white and yellow butterflies that danced before her, and sometimes she caught one, but she always let it go again, for she never liked to hurt any creature.

[PAGE] And then there were the merry, cunning little squirrels to watch, cracking nuts on the branches of the old trees, and every now and then a rabbit would hurry away through the tall ferns, or a great bee come buzzing near her, and she would stop to watch it gathering honey from the flowers and wild thyme. So she went on very slowly. By-and-by she saw Hugh, the woodman. "Where are you going, Little Red Riding-Hood," said he, "all alone?" "I am going to my grandmama's," said the child, "Good-bye; I must make haste now, for it is becoming late." [SWITCH] While little Red Riding-Hood was playing in the wood, the great wolf galloped on as fast as he could to the old lady's house. She lived all by herself, and a neighbor's child came once or twice a day to tidy the house and get her food. Now, grandmother was very feeble, and was often obliged [PAGE] [PAGE] [PAGE] to keep her bed; and it happened that she was in bed the day Little Red Riding-Hood went to see her. When the wolf reached the cottage door he tapped.

"Who is there?" asked the old lady. "Little Red Riding-Hood, granny," said the wolf, trying to speak like the child. "Come in, my dear," said the old lady, who was a little deaf. "Pull the string and the latch will come up." The wolf did as she told him, and went in, and you may think how frightened poor grandmother was when she saw him instead of Little Red Riding-Hood. Now, the wolf, who was quite hungry after his run, soon eat up the poor old lady. Indeed, she was not enough for his breakfast, and so he thought he would like to eat sweet Little Red Riding-Hood also. Therefore, he dressed himself in granny's night-cap and got into bed, and waited for the child to knock at the door. [SWITCH] By-and-by, Little Red Riding-Hood reached her grandmother's house, and tapped at the door. "Come in," said the wolf, in a squeaking voice.

"Pull [PAGE] the string, and the latch will come up." Little Red Riding-Hood thought her grandmother must have a cold, as she spoke so hoarsely; but she went in at once, and there lay her granny, as she thought, in bed. "If you please, granny, mother has sent me with some butter and eggs." But when Little Red Riding-Hood saw the wolf she felt frightened. She had nearly forgotten her grandmother, but she did not think she had been so ugly. [SWITCH] "Grandmother," she said, "what a great nose you have." "All the better to smell with, my dear," said the wolf. "And, grandmother, what large ears you have." "All the better to hear with, my dear." "Ah! grandmother, and what large eyes you have." "All the better to see with, my dear," said the wolf, showing his teeth, for he longed to eat the child up. "Oh, grandmother, and what great teeth you have!" said Little Red Riding-Hood.

"All the better to eat you up with," growled the wolf, and, jumping out of bed, he rushed at Little Red Riding-Hood, and would have eaten her up, but just at that minute the door flew open, and a great dog tore him down. [PAGE] [PAGE] The wolf and the dog were still fighting when Hugh, the woodman, came in and killed the wicked wolf with his axe. Little Red Riding-Hood threw her arms round the woodman Hugh's neck, and kissed him, and thanked him again and again. [PAGE] [PAGE] "Oh, you good, kind Hugh, she said, how did you know the wolf was here, in time to save me?" "Well," said Hugh, "after you had passed, I remembered that a wolf had been seen about the wood lately, and I thought I would just come after you and see if you were safe.

When we came near your grandmother's house, Trim sniffed and ran to the door and whined, and then he pushed it open--as you had not shut it close--and rushed in; and I followed him, and between us we have killed the wolf." Then Hugh took the child home, and her mother and father could not thank him enough for saving their Little Red Riding-Hood, who was immediately clasped in her delighted mother's arms. Halloween Costumes 2012: The Granny (from 'Little Red Riding Hood') | Make It and Love It Posted by: Ashley 78 Comments Hey, remember to add your own homemade (by anyone) Halloween costumes to my flickr group on or before October 30th. (There are already some absolutely darling things in there. I love that many of you have been hard at work too!) Then, I will do another little Virtual Costume Parade and add photos of YOUR costumes on my blog, October 31st. Oooooh, I can’t wait. I love even more, seeing what all of you have come up with. More info here . . . . . . Well, here’s the last of the 3 Halloween costumes for this year.

I should make one for Steve and I now. Hmmmm… Maybe Steve should be the Huntsman and I could be, well, shoot…a tree? My kiddos picked the wrong theme this year……momma ain’t gonna fit in!! ;) But in case you missed them, here are the costume tutorials for Little Red Riding Hood and that Mean Ol’ Wolf . Both were so fun to make. Try them……you’ll see! (And maybe you’ll surprise yourself like I did. Good golly, I love when they actually work out.) **And tomorrow, I will post all of the kiddos together. We went to the “forest” to take a few pictures……just for fun. Oh, and took some video too. So, I’ll put together a quick photo/movie clip video for tomorrow. They were so funny all together. It made the whole theme completely worth it. So check back in tomorrow… UPDATE: Here’s the whole crew together , PLUS a cute little video of them acting out a few parts to music! But yes, you all certainly guessed the last costume. Our little Chloe is, hahaha, the granny! And okay, I seriously die every time I look at these pictures. They just make me laugh.

Every time. (Even right this minute. Ha.) There’s just something about that teeny little baby face with all that curly white hair and some reading glasses on a chain. And, well, that granny cap and dress/apron combo finish it off perfectly! And, oh, just wait. Chloe lets us put those glasses right on the tip of her nose…..and never touches them. She really gets into her character! ;) (Actually, I think it’s from having the oxygen tubes poking up her nose for a week last month . She’s patient with things on her nose now, I guess.) Ha……LOVE IT!!!! She plays the part well. And has some great granny moves! (And before you worry that the curly hair would bug your little one, I made a quick little knit hat to go under the hat, to act as a buffer, so that the white hair wouldn’t bug her. And also to tuck her real hair up inside. She doesn’t fuss or pull at the hat but I put a strap under her chin, just in case.) This little granny is as sweet as can be. And can’t wait for her visit from her sweet granddaughter, Little Red.

I think I may just change up the story……because how can I let that ornery old wolf try and gobble up that lovely little face! HA, here I go, cracking up again. It’s just that yummy little grin…….gets me every time! :) Anyway, I better serious myself right up so that I can explain the “Granny-fying process”. Anyone curious how the little Granny was all put together? **And remember, I’ll show you them all together tomorrow, prancing through the forest. I even found a Little Red Riding Hood song off iTunes. Who would have thought there’d be a song for me to use for my little video. Yay!** hot glue gun **I bought the fabric and notions that I needed (and that wasn’t in my stash) at Joann Fabric. Now is a great time to buy fabrics because most everything is on sale for Halloween. Also, you don’t need a ton of hair for the granny hat……so you could cut off a bit from a wig in your dress-up box and you’ll never notice. First of all, the dress. I made it just like the Little Red Riding Hood Dress but just in smaller form.

So I used one of Chloe’s size 2T dress to create a pattern piece. Oh, and I also didn’t make the skirt as full…….I only made it about 3 times her waist size. So, it was about 60 inches wide before I turned it into the skirt section. Now, on to the apron. There are so many ways to create apron…..so do whatever method is easiest for you. But here’s how I made mine. I cut a large rectangle that was 38 x 13 inches, 2 little rectangles that are 6.5 x 5 inches, a long strip that’s 5.5 x 50 inches, and a smaller strip that is 1.25 x 11 inches. Then I serged around the entire large rectangle (you could zig-zag as well…….or hem the side and bottom edges to finish them off). Then, I basted and gathered the top edge (here’s a gathering tutorial if you need one) until it was about 10 inches wide.

Next, I turned my long strip into a really big piece of double fold bias tape by folding the large strip in half lengthwise and pressed, then I opened it up and folded the raw edges in towards the middle fold and then folded back in half on the original fold. Then I pressed again. Then I slipped the top edge of my gathered fabric inside of my wide bias tape, overlapping by about a 1/2 inch. I also made sure to center the gathered fabric right at the center of the strip, and then pinned it in place. Then I sewed along the entire open edge of the bias tape, making sure to include the ruffled fabric in there. Then, I sewed the two small rectangles together with right sides together, leaving a small opening along one side. Then I trimmed the corners , turned it right side out, poked out the corners, and pressed flat. Then I stitched around the entire rectangle, about an 1/8 of an inch from the edge. Then I made a tube out of the smaller strip of fabric and sewed one end to one of the top corners of my sewn rectangle.

Then I added velcro to the end of the strip plus a little bit on the back side of the other top corner of the sewn rectangle. Then I placed the bottom edge of the sewn rectangle behind the top edge of the other half of the apron, and overlapped by about a 1/2 inch…..and then sewed it in place. And lastly, onto the hat: First of all, I made a little knit hat that is used as a base to the wig/cap, to keep the wig hair from irritating your subject but also to tuck hair up inside and out of the way. I just used some white knit fabric from my stash, which was already textured and extra stretchy but it doesn’t have to be. I just used what I had. And keep in mind, you could also use the bottom of an old white Tshirt. And then turn it into a really simple knit hat . Don’t worry too much about the shape or steaming it if it’s a little wonky around the seam, etc. Also, you don’t have to add extra length to make a folded up band around the bottom. I just left my bottom edge plain and raw. Then, onto the rest of the hat.

I cut out a circle that was 14 inches in diameter and then serged around the outer edge. (You could zig-zag as well.) And also grabbed my cord elastic. Your circle may need to be bigger or smaller, depending on your subject’s head…..but this size worked well for my semi-large headed 19 month old child. Then, I left a tail of elastic at the first end as I sewed a really wide zig-zag over the top of my cord elastic that I placed about 1.5 inches from the circle’s edge. (You can either draw a circle that’s 1.5 inches from the outer edge and line the elastic up with it as you sew or just eyeball it.) Also, don’t pierce the elastic with your needle because you want to pull the elastic through this little makeshift elastic casing in the next step. After you make your way all the way around the circle, leave a little elastic tail at this end as well and then cut off the extra. And in case you are wondering, the pictures above show the elastic about 5/8 inch from the outer edge.

It wasn’t enough, so I re-did it so that it was 1.5 inches from the edge, like shown below. You’re welcome for my trial and error! ;) Then, start pulling your elastic ends to gather in the hat. Pull it in just enough to make the hat snug enough to stay on your subject’s head, then knot the ends. Now, its time to add your wig hair. Add a thick 2-3 inch line of hot glue to the hat, right above the elastic and then press down chunks of wig hair. Then repeat all the way around the hat. Then, if you don’t think your subject will keep their hat on, you can create a velcro strap to fit under their chin. You can either create a tube of fabric out of the same material or you can find some coordinating ribbon and add a velcro strap to your hat like I’ve done in the past. I certainly needed one for my little Chloe! And lastly, the granny glasses: For the chain, I just cut enough length from an old necklace. At one end of the chain, I kept the chain clasp on and attached that to one side of the glasses.

To attach the other end, I used some wire and looped it through several times.

Question: What did 'Little Red Riding Hood find in grandma's bed?
Answer: The wolf