Once upon a time there was a dear little
girl who was loved by every one who looked at her, but most of all
by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have
given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red velvet,
which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. So
she was always called little red-cap.
One day her mother said to her, come, little
red-cap, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine. Take them to
your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good.
Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and
quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the
bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing. And when you go
into her room, don't forget to say, good-morning, and don't peep
into every corner before you do it.
I will take great care, said little red-cap to
her mother, and gave her hand on it.
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a
league from the village, and just as little red-cap entered the
wood, a wolf met her. Red-cap did not know what a wicked creature he
was, and was not at all afraid of him.
"Good-day, little red-cap," said he.
"Thank you kindly, wolf."
"Whither away so early, little red-cap?"
"To my grandmother's."
"What have you got in your apron?"
"Cake and wine. Yesterday was baking-day, so
poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her
stronger."
"Where does your grandmother live, little
red-cap?"
"A good quarter of a league farther on in the
wood. Her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the
nut-trees are just below. You surely must know it," replied little
red-cap.
The wolf thought to himself, what a tender
young creature. What a nice plump mouthful, she will be better to
eat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both. So
he walked for a short time by the side of little red-cap, and then
he said, "see little red-cap, how pretty the flowers are about here.
Why do you not look round. I believe, too, that you do not hear how
sweetly the little birds are singing. You walk gravely along as if
you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood
is merry." |