"Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?" Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger." "Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?" "Good-day, Little Red Riding Hood," said he. Little Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him. The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. I will take great care, said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it. And when you go into her room, don't forget to say, good-morning, and don't peep into every corner before you do it." Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing. Take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. One day her mother said to her, "Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. So she was always called Little Red Riding Hood. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child.
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