小红帽和大灰狼的故事〈英文版〉
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Once upon a time,
there was a little girl who lived with her parents in a cottage on
the edge of the forest. Her father was a woodcutter. He worked all
day long in the forest, chopping down trees with his huge
axe.
Right in the middle of the forest was another
cottage. It belonged to the little girl's grandmother.
The kind old lady loved her granddaughter very
much, and one day decided to make her a present. It was a red cloak
with a red hood to match.
The cloak looked so nice that the little girl
wore it all the time. And that is why everybody called her Red
Riding Hood.
One day Grandmother fell ill, so Red Riding
Hood's mother baked her a cake and made her some fresh butter, just
to make her feel better.
'Red Riding Hood,' called her mother. 'Take this
cake and butter to Grandmother's cottage, a visit
from you will cheer her up!'
So Red Riding Hood picked up the basket, waved
goodbye to her mother and went off down the path.
She hadn't gone very far when she met a wolf. He
trotted up, pretending to be friendly. 'Good morning, Red Riding
Hood. What have you got in your basket today?'
'I have some fresh butter and a cake,' replied
the little girl. 'They are for my grandmother, who lives in the
middle of the forest. She is ill and needs cheering
up.'
The wolf licked his lips. 'How I would love to
gobble up this little girl. But is I am clever, I can eat her
grandmother as well,' he sniggered.
'Red Riding Hood,' said the wolf slyly. 'We will
both go to visit your grandmother and cheer her up. I'll race you
there!'
Then the clever wolf said to Red Riding Hood,
'You follow this path and I will find another one. Then we'll see
who reaches Grandmother's cottage first.'
No sooner was Red Riding Hood out of sight, than
the wolf ran off at top speed.
As for Red Riding Hood, she wandered slowly along
the path picking flowers and wild strawberries for her grandmother.
She had forgotten all about the race.
The wicked wolf knew every secret path and short
cut in the forest. He ran so fast, the animals and birds didn't
even notice him.
Quietly he crept round a clearing in the trees
where the woodcutter was chopping wood. On and on he raced until he
came to the middle of the forest.
The wolf reached Grandmother's cottage in next to
no time. He ran up the path and knocked on the door.
'Who is that?' cried Grandmother from her
bed.
'It is Red Riding Hood,' replied the wolf, in his
softest voice.
'Lift the latch and come right in,' the old lady
called, 'the door isn't locked, my dear.'
The wolf bounded in and gobbled poor Grandmother
whole!
'That was delicious,' sighed the wicked wolf,
smacking his lips. 'Now for Red Riding Hood!'
The wolf looked around the bedroom. He found one
of Grandmother's spare nightdresses and her nightcap, so he put
them on as fast as he could.
Then the wolf jumped into bed and waited for Red
Riding Hood.
At last the little girl reached the cottage door
and tapped very gently. 'Who it it?' asked the wolf, trying to
sound like Grandmother.
'It's Red Riding Hood and I've bought you some
cake and fresh butter.'
The wolf grinned. 'Lift the latch and walk right
in,' he croaked. So Red Riding Hood opened the door and came
inside.
'You sound very strange,' called Red Riding
Hood.
'I have a cold my dear!' the wolf replied. 'Come
here so that I can see you.'
Little Red Riding Hood was shocked when she saw
her grandmother. 'Why Grandmother, what strong arms you have!' she
said.
'All the better to hug you with!' replied the
wolf.
'Why Grandmother, what big eyes you have!' said
Red Riding Hood staring at him.
'All the better to see you with!' the wolf
grinned.
'Why Grandmother, what big teeth you
have!'
'All the better to EAT you with!' snarled the
wolf.
And with that, he threw back the bedclothes and
leapt out of bed. Poor Red Riding Hood screamed at the top of her
voice as the wolf tried to grab her and gobble her up. She escaped
from the bedroom and dashed out of the house, the hungry wolf close
behind!
Now Red Riding Hood's father was chopping wood
nearby and he heard the little girl's screams.
He grabbed his huge axe and ran towards the
cottage. He saw the wolf chasing Red Riding Hood and guessed what
had happened. The brave woodcutter raised his axe and chopped the
wolf in two with one blow. The wolf fell dead and Red Riding Hood
was saved.
The frightened little girl ran to her father and
kissed and hugged him.
But what a surprise they got when they turned
round ... there stood Grandmother safe and sound! Because the
woodcutter had chopped the wolf in two, Grandmother was able to
climb out quite unharmed.
So all three went back inside the cottage. They
unpacked the basket Red Riding Hood had brought and ate the
delicious cake.
Little Red Riding Hood never again went walking
in Th. forest alone, and Grandmother took great care to lock her
cottage door.
