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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: red, yellow, pink, orange, blue 

flowers in the woods, she forgot her promise to 

her mother.   She picked a few, watched the 

colorful butterflies flit about for awhile such as: 

green and white or purple and brown 

butterflies...

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, a grey 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!

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