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Story 41: Red Riding Hood Version 3 (Americanized Adapted Version)

This one comes from The Random House Book of Fairytales and though I know they credit the Brothers' Grimm they really shouldn't have because this is quite different from the Brothers' Grimm story and is quite different from Charles Perrault's as well.

Red Riding Hood 3

Long ago there lived a little girl who was loved by all who knew her, but she was especially dear to her Grandmother.
The woman would do anything to make the child happy, and once she gave her a soft red velvet cloak. It was so pretty that from that day on the girl would wear nothing else, and came to be called Red Riding Hood.

One day her mother said to her, "Come here, Red Riding tood, and carry this cake and a bottle of wine to Grandmother, She is ill and will be glad to have them. so quickly before the sun is high, and do not daydream or wander about in the forese When you come into Grandmother's room, you must curtsy and wish her good morning."
" will do just as you say," Red Riding Hood promised.
Her grandmother lived a good distance from the village in the midst of the forest. When Red Riding Hood came to the edge of the forest, she met a wolf. The child did not know that he was a wicked animal and so she was not at all afraid of him.
"Good morning, Red Riding Hood," he said.
"Good morning, Wolf."
"And where are you going so early, Red Riding Hood?"
"To Grandmother's."
"What is that in your basket?"
"A cake and some wine. I'm taking it to Grandmother. She is ill and wants something to make her stronger."
"Where does your grandmother live, Red Riding Hood?"

"Down this path and into the forest. Her house stands behind three big oak trees, near a hedge of chestnuts. Surely you must know it," said Red Riding Hood. (Since when and where did this location come up with that much description nothing. This neither of the versions I wrote down earlier.)
The wolf looked her up and down and thought to himself, This tender young child will be a juicy morsel, even nicer han the old woman. If I am clever, I shall be able to snap them
both up."
He walked along with Red Riding Hood for a time. Then he said, "Look at all the flowers, Red Riding Hood. Why don't you look about you? I think you do not even hear the birds sing.
You are just as solemn as if you were going to school, but everything is so gay out here in the woods."
Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunlight dancing through the trees and the bright flowers, she thought, "Suppose I pick a bouquet for Grandmother that would please her. And it is still quite early."
So she left the path and wandered off among the trees to pick the flowers. Each time she picked one, she saw another, more beautiful, farther on. In this way she went deeper and deeper into the forest and the sun rose high into the sky.

After he left Red Riding Hood, the wolf went straight to the grandmother's house and knocked at the door.
"Who's there?"
"It is Red Riding Hood, bringing you a cake and some wine. Open the door!"
"Lift the latch," cried the old woman. "I'm too weak to get up."
The wolf lifted the latch, and the door sprang open. Ho went straight in without saying a word and ate up the old woman.

Then he put on her nightgown and nightcap, climbed into the bed, and drew the curtains.

Red Riding Hood ran about picking flowers until she could carry no more, and then she remembered her grandmother again.
When she got to the cottage she was astonished to find the door open, and when she went into the room everything seemed strange.
She felt very frightened, but she did not know why. "Good morning, Grandmother," she cried, but she heard no answer.

Then she went up to the bed and drew the curtains. There lay her grandmother, but she had pulled her cap down over her face and looked very odd.
"Oh, Grandmother, what big ears you have!" she said.
"The better to hear you with, my dear."
"Grandmother, what big eyes you have!"
"The better to see you with, my dear."
"What big hands you have, Grandmother!"
"The better to catch hold of you, my dear."
"But, Grandmother, what big teeth you have."
"The better to eat you with, my dear!" Then the wolf rang out of bed, rushed at Little Red Riding Hood, and de-sured her in one mouthful. With his belly full, the wolf went back to bed and soon he was snoring loudly.

Some time later a huntsman passed by the house and heard a fearful racket. "How loudly the old woman is snoring," he thought. "I must see if there is something the matter with her."
So he went inside and up to the bed, where he found the wolf fast asleep. "Is it really you, you old Rascal?" he said. "Long enough have I sought you."

He raised up his gun to shoot, then suddenly thought that perhaps the wolf had eaten up the old lady, and she might still be saved. So he took a knife and began to cut open the sleeping wolf.
At his first cut he saw the red cloak, and after a few more slashes, the little girl sprang out. "Oh, how frightened I ware has so dark and close inside the wolf'" she cried. Next the grandmother came out. She was still alive, but hardly able to breathe.
The huntsman told Red Riding Hood to bring some big cones. Then they filled the wolf's belly with them and sewed him up. When the wolf awoke and tried to run away, the stones anged him back and he fell down dead at last.
They were all joyful now. The huntsman skinned the wolf and took away the skin. The grandmother ate the cake and drank te wine Red Riding Hood had brought, and soon was stronger And as for Red Riding Hood, she knew now that she must listen to her mother and never wander off in the forest again.
There is yet another version mentioned by Giselle in Enchanted to Morgan where the wolf is actually friendly and we never hear her full story of it. But it must be the Andalusia version of this particular tale. Locations change each time in all three of these stories about where the Grandmother's Home is in the fairytale.