Little Red Riding Hood
a count of Charles Perrault, reviewed by
THE TRUNK OF EMILIA
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There once was a girl Village, the prettiest ever seen, and his mother was mad, and her grandmother loved her still more. This good woman had a little red riding hood, which suited him so well that everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her mother who cooked and made some cakes, said to him: Go and see how
is your grandmother, because I was told she was sick, bears him a cake and this little pot of butter . Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village. In going through the wood she met a wolf, who felt inclined to eat, but he dared not, because of some loggers who were in the Forest. He asked her where she went, the poor child, who did not know it was dangerous to stay and hear a wolf, he said: I will see my grandmother and carry her a cake with a small pot of butter mother sends him. Residence
Does she live far off? said the Wolf. Oh! Yes, "answered Little Red Riding Hood, it is beyond that mill you see any there, there, at the first house in the Village. Well, said the Wolf, I want to go too; I'll go that way here, and you go that path, and we will see who will be there. The wolf ran with all his might by the way was the shortest, and the little girl went by the longest way, amusing herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and make bouquets of flowers she met.
Wolf was not long in arriving at the house of the grandmother He knocked
One day her mother who cooked and made some cakes, said to him: Go and see how
is your grandmother, because I was told she was sick, bears him a cake and this little pot of butter . Little Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in another village. In going through the wood she met a wolf, who felt inclined to eat, but he dared not, because of some loggers who were in the Forest. He asked her where she went, the poor child, who did not know it was dangerous to stay and hear a wolf, he said: I will see my grandmother and carry her a cake with a small pot of butter mother sends him. Residence
Does she live far off? said the Wolf. Oh! Yes, "answered Little Red Riding Hood, it is beyond that mill you see any there, there, at the first house in the Village. Well, said the Wolf, I want to go too; I'll go that way here, and you go that path, and we will see who will be there. The wolf ran with all his might by the way was the shortest, and the little girl went by the longest way, amusing herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and make bouquets of flowers she met.
Wolf was not long in arriving at the house of the grandmother He knocked
Knock, knock. Who's there? It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood (called the Wolf, imitating her voice) that gives you cake and a little pot of butter mother sends you. Good Mother Great, who was in her bed because she was somewhat ill, cried out: "Pull the bobbin, and the wall will fall.
The Wolf pulled the bobbin and the door opened. He threw himself upon the good woman and ate her up in no time, because there were more than three days he had eaten. He then shut the door, and went to sleep in the bed of her grandmother, and waited for Little Red Riding Hood, who came sometime afterward and knocked at the door. Knock, knock. Who's there?
Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf was at first afraid, but believing her grandmother was cold, answered: This is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood, who brought you a cake and a pot of butter mother sends you. The wolf cried out by softening his voice a little: "Pull the bobbin, and the wall will fall. Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. The wolf, seeing him enter said hiding in the bed under the covers: Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come to bed with me. Little Red Riding Hood undressed herself and got into bed, where she was much surprised to see how her grandmother was in her nightclothes.
She said: Grandmother, you have big arms? The better to kiss you, my daughter. Grandmother, you have great legs? It is better to run, my child. Grandmother, you have big ears?
is to better listen, my child. Grandmother, you have big eyes? The better to see my child. Grandmother, what big teeth you have? It is better to eat you. And saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate . The Wolf pulled the bobbin and the door opened. He threw himself upon the good woman and ate her up in no time, because there were more than three days he had eaten. He then shut the door, and went to sleep in the bed of her grandmother, and waited for Little Red Riding Hood, who came sometime afterward and knocked at the door. Knock, knock. Who's there?
Little Red Riding Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf was at first afraid, but believing her grandmother was cold, answered: This is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood, who brought you a cake and a pot of butter mother sends you. The wolf cried out by softening his voice a little: "Pull the bobbin, and the wall will fall. Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. The wolf, seeing him enter said hiding in the bed under the covers: Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come to bed with me. Little Red Riding Hood undressed herself and got into bed, where she was much surprised to see how her grandmother was in her nightclothes.
She said: Grandmother, you have big arms? The better to kiss you, my daughter. Grandmother, you have great legs? It is better to run, my child. Grandmother, you have big ears?
MORALITY
Here we see that Young children, especially girls Beautiful, well made and nice, Font badly to listen all kinds of people, and it is not strange to say, If it is as the wolf eats.
I said the wolf, because all the Wolves are not the same kind; It is a gracious mood, Quietly, without bitterness and without anger, Which private complacent and soft, followed by the young ladies into homes, even in the streets, But alas! who knows that wolves sweet, Of all the wolves are the most dangerous.
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