Little Red Riding Hood
About 2 min read aloud
The whole story, told short. Ages 4-9.
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A girl in a red hood set off through the woods with a basket of bread and butter for her poorly grandmother. Straight up the path, her mother said. Don't go into the trees.
A wolf appeared beside her and asked, very politely, where she was going. Something at the back of her neck told her not to answer, but she could not have said why, so she told him: the cottage past the mill, with the blue door. Then he pointed out the bluebells in the trees, and by the time she came back to the path with an armful he was gone.
The blue door was open. The curtains were drawn, which they never were. There was a shape in the bed in her grandmother's cap, and it was much too big for the bed.
Red should have run. Instead she went in and said every single thing she noticed out loud. What big ears. What big eyes. What big arms. And then, at the top of her lungs so it carried out of the door and across the yard: WHAT BIG TEETH YOU HAVE.
The woodcutter was forty steps away and had been listening to a strange conversation for some time. The wolf went into the trees and did not stop.
They found Grandmother in the wardrobe, extremely cross. The bluebells went in a jug on the windowsill.