The poor child, who did not know that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him:

“I am going to see my grandmother, and carry her some custard and a little pot of butter from my mamma.”

“Does she live far off?” said the wolf.

“Oh, yes,” answered Little Red Riding-hood; “it is beyond that mill you see there, the first house you come to in the village.”

“Well,” said the wolf, “and I’ll go and see her, too. I’ll go this way, and you go that, and we shall see who will be there first.”

The wolf began to run as fast as he could, taking the shortest way, and the little girl went by the longest way, amusing herself by gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and making a bouquet of little flowers she came across.

It was not long before the wolf had reached the old woman’s house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap, tap.

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