Narrator 1: Once there was a little girl who lived with her mother in a house at the edge of the forest. The little girl always wore a red cloak and hood that grandmother had made for her. That's why everyone, even her mother, called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day Little Red Riding Hood's mother said to her:
Mother: Grandmother is not feeling well. I have packed a basket with fruit, cakes and honey. Will you take it to her?
Red Riding Hood: Yes, Mother.
Mother: Be careful going through the forest. And don't play around along the way. Grandmother is waiting for you.
Red Riding Hood: Yes, Mother.
Narrator 1: Little Red Riding Hood took the basket and was on her way to Grandmother's house. Little Red Riding Hood had gone but a short way into the forest when a great wolf stepped out from behind a tree.
Wolf: Good Morning , Little Red Riding Hood. Where are you going on this fine day?
Red Riding Hood: I am going to see Grandmother on the other side of the forest. She is ill and I am bringing her fruit, cakes and honey.
Wolf: Why not bring her some wild flowers as well? There are so many to pick from here in the forest.
Red Riding Hood: I cannot stop. Mother said I must not play around along the way.
Wolf: Picking flowers is not playing around. Besides, a bunch of pretty flowers will cheer your grandmother up and make her feel better.
Red Riding Hood: Perhaps you are right.
Narrator 1: Little Red Riding Hood put down her basket and began to pick wild flowers. Meanwhile, the wolf slipped away and sped to the other side of the forest. When he came to Grandmother's cottage, he crept up to the door and knocked.
Grand Mother: Who is it?
Wolf: It is I, Little Red Riding Hood. I have brought you fruit, cakes, and honey.
Grand Mother: Come in dear. The door is open.
Narrator 2: As soon as the wolf was inside, he ran over to the bed and gobbled up grandmother whole, leaving only her blanket and nightcap. He put on the night cap and wrapped himself in the blanket. Then he crawled into bed to wait for Little Red Riding Hood. Before long there was a knock at the door.
Wolf: Who is it?
Red Riding Hood: It is I, Little Red Riding Hood. I have brought you fruit, cakes and honey, and a bunch of pretty wild flowers to cheer you.
Wolf: Come in. The door is open.
Narrator 2: Little Red Riding Hood went in and stood for a moment in the doorway.
Red Riding Hood: Oh, Grandmother! What big ears you have!
Wolf: The better to hear you with, my dear. Come closer.
Narrator 2: Little Red Riding Hood walked closer to the bed.
Red Riding Hood: Oh, Grandmother! What big eyes you have!
Wolf: The better to see you with my dear. Come closer.
Narrator 2: Little Red Riding Hood walked even closer to the bed.
Red Riding Hood: Oh, Grandmother! What big teeth you have!
Wolf: The better to eat you with!
Narrator 1: The wolf grabbed Little Red Riding Hood and gobbled her up whole. Then, feeling full and satisfied, the wolf lay down and fell asleep. Now it happened that a woodcutter was passing Grandmother's cottage just then. He knew the old women had been feeling poorly, and he decided to look in on her. When he saw the wolf snoring on the bed, he knew at once what had happened.
Woodcutter: I have you at last, you devil!
Narrator 1: The woodcutter slew the wolf with his axe. Then the woodcutter took a carving knife, and very carefully he slit open the wolf's belly. Out popped Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, safe and whole, just as the wolf had swallowed them.
Red Riding Hood: Oh, Grandmother! How happy I am to see you!
Grand Mother: And I am happy to see you, child.
Narrator 1: Grandmother gave Little Red Riding Hood a hug. Then Little Red Riding Hood, Grandmother, and the woodcutter sat down to feast on fruit, cakes, and honey. They all lived happily from that day on, never to be troubled by the wicked wolf again.
