<small>Rotkäppchen
There was once a girl, who wore a red, hooded cloak. She wore this where ever she roamed, and she was given the name, "Little Red Riding Hood."
One day, the mother told little Red riding hood that her grandmother was sick, and that it would do her grandmother good to visit and help nurture her back to health.
Little red riding hood gladly went off on her way, and not too soon after she had begun her travels through the forest, had she come to meet with a wolf.
This wolf smiled a cunning smile, held himself up as a gentleman would and kindly said to little red riding hood,
"Hello there, little girl. What brings you out into the forest?"
"Oh, why I go to visit my sickly grandmother, Mr. Wolf."
Replied little red riding hood.
"Tell me, Little girl. Which path will you take to your grandmother's? The Path of needles or the Path of pines?"
The wolf asked, his smile widening to reveal his jagged teeth, honed on the meat of his past prey.
"The Path of Pines, of course!"
Answered Little Red Riding hood, with an innocent smile.
The Wolf nodded to her and let her go. As soon as little red riding hood was out of sight, down the Path of pines, though - The wolf sprinted down the Path of Needles, making it to the grandmother's house before Little Red Riding Hood.
The Wolf snuck in through a window of the Grandmother's House and killed the old woman, taking her clothing and wearing it over himself.
Soon, a soft knock came on the door and the wolf called out,
"Come in, Little Red Riding Hood."
And so she did.
As Little red riding hood entered the house, she smiled over at her grandmother, making her way towards the kitchen.
"Grandmother, I am hungry. May I eat?"
She asked, politely.
"Yes, dear. In the Cabinets, in the kitchen. There is meat in which you may eat."
Replied the Wolf.
The girl opened the cabinets and pulled down a small chunk of meat. As she ate, a cat spoke to her, from it's seat upon the window sill.
"That is your Grandmother's flesh, you eat."
Little red riding hood turned towards her grandmother and said,
"Grandmother, is what this cat says true? Am I eating your flesh?"
The wolf smiled, innocently.
"Of course not, Little red riding hood. Throw a shoe at the cat and let it not bother you."
As she ate, Little red riding hood said,
"Mother, I am thirsty. May I drink?"
And the wolf replied,
"Yes, child. In the cistern, it is filled with wine. You may drink."
As Little red riding hood drank from the cistern, a bird perched on the rim of it spoke to her.
"Girl, you drink your grandmother's blood!"
And Little red riding hood turned to her grandmother, questioningly.
"The Little bird is mistaken, for it is a liar, Child."
The wolf replied, settling Little red riding hood's suspicions.
Moments later, little red riding hood approached the wolf.
"Grandmother, what big claws you have."
"The better to hold you with."
Replied the wolf.
"But, Grandmother. What big nose you have."
"The better to smell you with, My dear."
Replied the wolf.
"Grandmother! What big teeth you have!"
And with that, the wolf leapt upon Little Red Riding Hood, his fangs tearing deep into her neck, as he tore her apart, her screams echoing unheard through the forest...
~The End~
Well... I'd be more then happy to receive any sort've comment on this. Just reply to it and send me your thoughts. I've pieced together pieces of fabric and turned it into something I believe is fact. Am I wrong? Perhaps. But, there is a possibility I am <myspace>right</myspace>. Who knows what mothers changed from the originals of this story; to inspire their children with blissful bed-time stories instead've gruesome night tales.
I've made my best interpretation of the German/Russian [forgot which] version of Little Red Riding Hood.
