“Who’s there?” called the grandmother.
“Your grandchild, Little Red Riding-hood,” replied the wolf, imitating her voice, “who has brought a custard and a little pot of butter sent to you by mamma.”
The good grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out:
The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. He fell upon the good woman and ate her up in no time, for he had not eaten anything for more than three days. He then shut the door, went into the grandmother’s bed, and waited for Little Red Riding-hood, who came sometime afterward and knocked at the door?tap, tap, tap.
“Who’s there?” called the Wolf.
Little Red Riding-hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but thinking her grandmother had a cold, answered: