wolf, who, for all that, she did not know in the least. It seemed strange to her that the door was wide open, and when she entered the room everything seemed to her so peculiar, that she thought, "Ah! There are also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet, who pursue young women at home and in the streets. You refuting Evolution may sit there as long as you like said the bushy long-tailed gentleman. In the meantime the good Blanchette went quietly on her way, as little girls do, amusing herself here and there by picking Easter daisies, watching the little birds making their nests, and running after the butterflies which fluttered in the sunshine. Thereupon she went to the bed and undrew the curtains. And Little Red Cap thought to herself, "As long as I live, I will never leave the path and run off into the woods by myself if mother tells me not." They also tell how Little Red Cap was taking some baked things. Return to the table of contents Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl. She kept her little hood upon her head. "Grandmother, you have such long legs!" "That comes from walking." "Grandmother, you have such long hands!" "That comes from working." "Grandmother, you have such long ears!" "That comes from listening." "Grandmother, you have such a big mouth!" "That comes from eating children!" said the ogre. But Red Riding Hood thought to herself: 'As long as I live, I will never leave the path by myself to run into the wood, when my mother has forbidden me to.'.
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"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.". Jemima Puddle-duck was escorted home in tears on account of those eggs. When Little Red Cap entered the woods a wolf came up to her. Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried: 'Open the door, grandmother, I am Little Red Riding Hood, and am bringing you some cakes.'. A little, a little." replies the wolf, pretending to cough. Little Red Riding Hood: A Casebook, (Madison: University of Wisconsin Press, 1989). Jemima Puddle-duck said that it was because of her nerves; but she had always been a bad sitter.