“What have you in that basket, Little Red Riding Hood?”
“Eggs and butter and cake, Mr. Wolf.”
“Where are you going with them, Little Red Riding Hood?”
“I am going to my grandmother, who is ill, Mr. Wolf.”
“Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood?”
“Along that path, past the wild rose bushes, then through the gate at the end of the wood, Mr. Wolf.”
Then Mr. Wolf again said “Good morning” and set off, and Little Red Riding Hood again went in search of wild flowers.
At last he reached the porch covered with flowers and knocked at the door of the cottage.
“Who is there?” called the grandmother.
“Little Red Riding Hood,” said the wicked wolf.
“Press the latch, open the door, and walk in,” said the grandmother.