Little Red Riding Hood lived with her mother
on the edge of some deep, dark woods. One day, Little Red Riding Hood’s mother
gave her a pot of vegetable soup. Then Little Red Riding Hood’s mother tells Little
Red Riding Hood “But remember the Rules of the Woods,” her mother added. Of
course, “I will” promised Little Red Riding Hood and she set off. Little Red Riding
Hood walked deeper and deeper into the woods. It grew darker and darker. Then
the sun hid behind the clouds and it got darker still, so Little Red Riding
Hood didn’t see the wolf waiting for her on the path, and the wolf didn’t see Little
Red Riding Hood either. Little Red Riding Hood stepped on the wolf’s tail… then
on his paw… and dropped her basket SMACK on his head. When it happened, she had
forgotten the rule-Don’t talk to wolves. The wolf was about to gobble up Little
Red Riding Hood, but then he had an idea. When Little Red Riding Hood left the
path to look for flowers that she gave her grandmother, the wolf raced off to
the grandmother’s house. The wolf leaped into the room. He gobbled up Little Red
Riding Hood’s grandmother. Then he climbed into bed to wait for Little Red Riding
Hood. Soon he heard a knock at the door. He pulled on the grandmother’s cap and
hid under-the blankets. Little Red Riding Hood looked at her grandmother. Of
course, she looked again! When Little Red Riding Hood was now standing right
next to the bed, he jumped out of bed and gobbled up Little Red Riding Hood.
Then he lay down on the bed to sleep. As the wolf slept, he snored… very
loudly. He snored so loudly the wood cutter heard him, but the woodcutter
couldn’t see the grandmother anywhere-only a very fat wolf. Just then, the
woodcutter had an idea. He picked up some scissors. Then he snipped open the
wolf’s tummy. Snip, snip… He saw a bright red hood. Snip, snip…Little Red Riding
Hood’s head popped out. Snippety-snip, faster and faster… The woodcutter kept
cutting until grandmother popped out too. Quick as a flash, Little Red Riding
Hood ran outside and picked up lots of stones. The wood cutter put them in the
wolf’s tummy and the grandmother sewed the tummy up. The wolf never ate another
person. As for Little Red Riding Hood, she never, ever talked to a wolf again.
I think a lot of people around the world
know, and they have ever read this story. Little Red Riding Hood of this book
story is a little different from the story that I read before. However, this
story is interesting, too. Also, the illustrations are very cute, so a lot of
people can enjoy reading this book.
Reference
Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm. 2006. London,
England: Usborne
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