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"Lift the latch," called out the grandmother, "I am too weak, and
cannot get up."

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without
saying a word he went straight to the grandmother's bed, and
devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in
her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

Little red-cap, however, had been running about picking flowers,
and when she had gathered so many that she could carry
no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the
way to her.

She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and
when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that
she said to herself, oh dear, how uneasy I feel to-day, and at
other times I like being with grandmother so much. She called
out, "good morning," but received no answer. So she went to the
bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother with
her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.

"Oh, grandmother," she said, "what big ears you have."

"The better to hear you with, my child," was the reply.

"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have," she said.

"The better to see you with," my dear.

"But, grandmother, what large hands you have."

"The better to hug you with."

"Oh, but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have."

"The better to eat you with."

And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was
out of bed and swallowed up red-cap.

When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in
the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud. The
huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself, how
the old woman is snoring. I must just see if she wants anything.

So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw
that the wolf was lying in it. Do I find you here, you old
sinner, said he. I have long sought you. Then just as he was going
to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have
devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so
he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut
open the stomach of the sleeping wolf. When he had made two
snips, he saw the little red-cap shining, and then he made two
snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying, ah, how
frightened I have been. How dark it was inside the wolf. And
after that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely
able to breathe. Red-cap, however, quickly
fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf's belly, and
when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so
heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.

Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf's
skin and went home with it. The grandmother ate the cake and
drank the wine which red-cap had brought, and revived, but
red-cap thought to herself, as long as I live, I will never by
myself leave the path, to run into the wood, when my mother has
forbidden me to do so.

It is also related that once when red-cap was again taking cakes
to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to
entice her from the path. Red-cap, however, was on her guard,
and went straight forward on her way, and told her grandmother
that she had met the wolf, and that he had said good-morning to
her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if they had
not been on the public road she was certain he would have eaten
her up. Well, said the grandmother, we will shut the door, that
he may not come in. Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried,
open the door, grandmother, I am little red-cap, and am bringing
you some cakes. But they did not speak, or open the door, so
the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last
jumped on the roof, intending to wait until red-cap went home in
the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the
darkness. But the grandmother saw what was in his thoughts. In
front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the
child, take the pail, red-cap. I made some sausages yesterday,
so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough. Red-cap
carried until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell
of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped
down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could
no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down
from the roof straight into the great trough, and was drowned.
But red-cap went joyously home, and no one ever did anything
to harm her again.
In a certain country there was once great lamentation over a
wild boar that laid waste the farmer's fields, killed the cattle,
and ripped up people's bodies with his tusks. The king promised
a large reward to anyone who would free the land from this plague,
but the beast was so big and strong that no one dared to go near
the forest in which it lived. At last the king gave notice
that whosoever should capture or kill the wild boar should have

"Lift the latch," called out the grandmother, "I am too weak, and

cannot get up."

The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without

saying a word he went straight to the grandmother's bed, and

devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in

her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.

Little red-cap, however, had been running about picking flowers,

and when she had gathered so many that she could carry

no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the

way to her.

She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and

when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that

she said to herself, oh dear, how uneasy I feel to-day, and at

other times I like being with grandmother so much. She called

out, "good morning," but received no answer. So she went to the

bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother with

her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange.

"Oh, grandmother," she said, "what big ears you have."

"The better to hear you with, my child," was the reply.

"But, grandmother, what big eyes you have," she said.

"The better to see you with," my dear.

"But, grandmother, what large hands you have."

"The better to hug you with."

"Oh, but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have."

"The better to eat you with."

And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was

out of bed and swallowed up red-cap.

When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in

the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud. The

huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself, how

the old woman is snoring. I must just see if she wants anything.

So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw

that the wolf was lying in it. Do I find you here, you old

sinner, said he. I have long sought you. Then just as he was going

to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have

devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so

he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut

open the stomach of the sleeping wolf. When he had made two

snips, he saw the little red-cap shining, and then he made two

snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying, ah, how

frightened I have been. How dark it was inside the wolf. And

after that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely

able to breathe. Red-cap, however, quickly

fetched great stones with which they filled the wolf's belly, and

when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so

heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.

Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf's

skin and went home with it. The grandmother ate the cake and

drank the wine which red-cap had brought, and revived, but

red-cap thought to herself, as long as I live, I will never by

myself leave the path, to run into the wood, when my mother has

forbidden me to do so.

It is also related that once when red-cap was again taking cakes

to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to

entice her from the path. Red-cap, however, was on her guard,

and went straight forward on her way, and told her grandmother

that she had met the wolf, and that he had said good-morning to

her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if they had

not been on the public road she was certain he would have eaten

her up. Well, said the grandmother, we will shut the door, that

he may not come in. Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried,

open the door, grandmother, I am little red-cap, and am bringing

you some cakes. But they did not speak, or open the door, so

the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last

jumped on the roof, intending to wait until red-cap went home in

the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the

darkness. But the grandmother saw what was in his thoughts. In

front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the

child, take the pail, red-cap. I made some sausages yesterday,

so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough. Red-cap

carried until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell

of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped

down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could

no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down

from the roof straight into the great trough, and was drowned.

But red-cap went joyously home, and no one ever did anything

to harm her again.

In a certain country there was once great lamentation over a

wild boar that laid waste the farmer's fields, killed the cattle,

and ripped up people's bodies with his tusks. The king promised

a large reward to anyone who would free the land from this plague,

but the beast was so big and strong that no one dared to go near

the forest in which it lived. At last the king gave notice

that whosoever should capture or kill the wild boar should have