abhilashraj

Once upon a time . . . in the middle of a thick forest stood a small

cottage, the home of a pretty little girl known to everyone as Little Red

Riding Hood. One day, her Mummy waved her goodbye at the garden gate, saying grandma is ill. Take her this basket of cakes, but be very careful. Keep to

the path through the wood and don't ever stop. That way, you will come to no

harm."

Little Red Riding Hood kissed her mother and ran off. "Don't worry,' she

said, "I'll run all the way to Grandma's without stopping."

Full of good intentions, the little girl made her way through the wood, but

she was soon to forget her mother's wise words. "What lovely strawberries! And

so red . . ."

Laying her basket on the ground, Little Red Riding Hood bent over the

strawberry plants. "They're nice and ripe, and so big! Yummy! Delicious! Just

another one. And one more. This is the last . . . Well, this one . . . Mmmm."

The red fruit peeped invitingly through the leaves in the grassy glade, and

Little Red Riding Hood ran back and forth popping strawberries into her mouth.

Suddenly she remembered her mother, her promise, Grandma and the basket . . .

and hurried back towards the path. The basket was still in the grass and,

humming to herself, Little Red Riding Hood walked on.