Now, you and I have guessed by this time, although poor Red
Riding-Hood never even thought of such a thing, that it was not her
Grannie at all, but the wicked Wolf, who had hurried to the cottage
and put on Grannie's nightcap and popped into her bed, to pretend that
he was Grannie herself.
And where was Grannie all this time, you will say? Well, we shall see
presently.
"Come and sit down beside my bed, dearie," wheezed the Wolf, "and let
us have a little chat." Then the Wolf stretched out his large hairy
paws and began to unfasten the basket.
"Oh!" said Red Riding-Hood, "what great arms you have, Grannie!"
"All the better to hug you with," said the Wolf.
"And what great rough ears you have, Grannie!"
"All the better to hear you with, my little dear."
"And your eyes, Grannie; what great yellow eyes you have!"
"All the better to see you with, my pet," grinned the Wolf.
"And oh! oh! Grannie," cried the child, in a sad fright, "what great
sharp teeth you have!"
"All the better to eat you with!" growled the Wolf, springing up
suddenly at Red Riding-Hood. But just at that very moment the door
flew open, and two tall wood-cutters rushed in with their heavy axes,
and killed the wicked Wolf in far less time than it takes me to tell
you about it.
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