Little Red Riding Hood and the Wardrobe Surprise

Little Red Riding Hood wore a cherry-red cape. Everyone called her Red.

Mother packed a honey cake for Grandma, who had a sniffly cold.

“Stay on the path, and don’t stop to chat with strangers,” said Mother. Off Red went.

Red skipped along the daisy path. Out trotted a fluffy grey wolf.

“Mmm, cake!” sniffed the Wolf. “Where are you going?”

Red forgot Mother’s rule. “To Grandma’s cottage,” she said.

“Pick some pretty daisies for Grandma!” said the Wolf.

So Red stepped off the path. One daisy, two daisies, three daisies, four!

Meanwhile, the Wolf trotted off to Grandma’s. He had a sneaky cake plan.

At the cottage, Grandma heard a gruff, grumbly knock.

She peeked through the round window. A furry grey tail! “That’s not Red,” she whispered.

So Grandma tiptoed into her big wardrobe. Safe and snug, she waited.

In crept the Wolf. He squeezed into Grandma’s spare nightcap and pink nightgown.

His ears and tail poked out! Then he hopped into bed.

Soon Red knocked. “Come in, dear,” croaked the Wolf in his best Grandma voice.

“Grandma, what big eyes you have!” said Red. “All the better to see you with!” he said.

“What big ears you have!” said Red. “All the better to hear you with!” he said.

“And what a big mouth you have!” said Red. “All the better to eat… your CAKE with!” he said.

Out popped Grandma from the wardrobe! Red ran to the door. “Help, please!” she called.

A kind woodcutter came striding by. He clapped his hands. Clap, clap! He stamped his boots. Stamp, stamp!

The Wolf dashed off into the trees, nightcap and all. He never got a crumb.

The kind woodcutter came in too. Grandma put the kettle on, and they all shared the cake.

Red gave Grandma the daisies and snuggled into the rocking chair.

Red yawned. “Next time, I’ll stay on the path. And if a stranger asks where I’m going, I won’t say. I’ll tell Mother.” Grandma tucked her in, snug and safe.