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Story 26: Little Red Cap Published By Brothers' Grimm 1812

Little Red Cap

Once there was a dear little girl whom everyone loved. Her grandmother loved her most of all and didn't know what to give the child next. Once she gave her a little red velvet cap, which was so becoming to her that she never wanted to wear anything else, and that was why everyone called her Little Red Cap. One day her mother said: "Look, Little Red Cap, here's a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to grandmother. She is sick and weak, and they will make her feel better. You'd better start now before it gets too hot; walk properly like a good little girl, and don't leave the path or you'll fall down and break the bottle and there won't be anything for grandmother. And when you get to her house, don't forget to say good morning, and don't go looking in all the corners."
"I'll do everything right," Little Red cap promised her mother. Her grandmother lived in the wood, half an hour's walk from the village. No sooner had Little Red Cap set foot in the wood than she met the wold. But Little Red Cap didn't know what a wicked beast he was, so she wasn't afraid of him. "Good morning, Little Red Cap," he said. "Thank you kindly, wolf." "Where are you going so early, Little Red Cap?" "To my Grandmother's." "And what's that you've got under your apron?" "Cake and wine. We baked yesterday, and we want my grandmother, who's sick and weak, to have something nice that will make her feel better." "Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Cap?" "In the wood, fifteen or twenty minutes' walk from here, under the three big oak trees. That's where the house id. It has hazel hedges around it. You must know the place." "How young and how tender she is!" thought the wolf. "Why, she'll be even tastier than the old woman. Maybe if I'm crafty enough I can get them both."
So, after walking along for a short while beside Little Red Cap, he said: "Little Red Cap, open your eyes. What lovely flowers! Why don't you look around you? I don't believe you hear how sweetly the birds are singing. It's so gay out here in the wood, you trudge along as solemnly as if you were going to school."

Little Red Cap looked up? and when she saw the sunbeams dancing this way and that between the trees and the beautiful flowers all around her, she thought: "Grandmother will be pleased if I bring a bunch of nice fresh flowers. It's so early now that I'm sure to be there in plenty of time." So she left the path and went into the wood to pick flowers. And when she had picked one, she thought there must be a more beautiful one farther on, so she went deeper and deeper into the wood. As for the wolf, he went straight to the grandmother's house and knocked at the door. "Who's there?" "Little Red Cap, bringing cake and wine. Open the door." "Just raise the latch," cried the grandmother, "I'm too weak to get out of bed." The wolf raised the latch and the door swung open. Without saying a single word he went straight to the grandmother's bed and gobbled her up.
Then he put on her clothes and nightcap, lay down in the bed, and drew the curtains.
Meanwhile Little Red Cap had been running about picking flowers, and when she had as many as she could carry she remember her grandmother and started off again. She was surprised to find the door open, and when she stepped into the house she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself: "My goodness, I'm usually so glad to see grandmother. "Why am I frightened today?" "Good morning," she cried out, but there was no answer. The grandmother had her cap pulled way down over her face, and looked very strange,
"Oh, grandmother, what big ears you have!"
"The better to hear you with."
"Oh, grandmother, what big eyes you have!"
"The better to see you with."
"Oh, grandmother, what big hands you have!"
"The better to grab you with."
"But, grandmother, what a dreadful big mouth you have!"
"The better to eat you with."
And no sooner had the wolf spoken than he bounded out of bed and gobbled up poor Little Red Cap.

Scientifically-this story is impossible both with the swallowing whole factoid and the  whole being able to cut someone out of a stomach of a wolf. Wolves in real life real forest wolves won't hurt you as long as you refrain from hurting them. Native Americans still revere the Forest wolves to this day as companions and friends. Secondly wolves regurgitate some of their meals with the pups the way Mother birds do with their hatchlings.
Two I totally doubt think regular scissors today would be able to cut open wolf hide he was probably using a pair of manual shears not real scissors.
Thirdly, there are barely any wolf attacks on people recorded, you can find more on coyotes than the actual wolf.
Fourthly all mention of wolves being bad and harmful to livestock in the Bible is purely figurative and metaphorical applying it only as another term a synonym for the wicked men in the Bible. As with David he never tells us a wolf ever attacked the sheep while he was watching them. He mentions a lion and a bear but no old testament mentions a real
wolf attack on sheep. Where this crazy rumour came from and until I see it for myself I will not and cannot believe it. In India it is not the same thing as this accusation against the wolves, wolves in India do pick of some of the goats but a good number of goats herders allow them to do so in respect to the majestic predators themselves and the habitat of the wolves. These people treat a wolf pack like one welcomes long lost family. This is the same case in the Native American tribes of North America.

Fifthly-A Grey Timber wolf can live up to 14 days a full fortnight without eating a meal. And considering their normal prey is deer or caribou this makes lots of sense, and I have been able to calculate a wolf pack has only maybe 18 hunts a year hunting every two weeks every month of the year in a good and plentiful year, Skylights.
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