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There was once a little girl named Mary, who 

lived with her mother in a small house on the 

edge of a forest.

Mary’s mother loved her dearly—so much so 

that she spent months knitting her daughter a 

beautiful red riding jacket with a big fuzzy 

hood, which she would give to Mary on her 

birthday.

When Mary’s birthday came, she was so happy with the 

jacket that she put it on right away and danced around 

the room, laughing joyfully. She pulled the hood up 

over her long, dark hair and asked her mother how she 

looked.

“You look so cute that I think I’ll have to start calling 

you Little Red Riding Hood!” her mother chuckled.

This jacket is so pretty that I just have to show it off, 

thought Little Red Riding Hood, so she asked her 

mother if she could go visit her grandmother to show it 

to her.

Her mother was worried. Grandma's house was on the opposite 

side of a big forest, and it was a very long walk for such a little 

girl to go on all by herself. At first, she said no. Then Little Red 

Riding Hood reminded her mother that she had traveled through 

the woods alone many times when she was Little Red Riding 

Hood's age, and each time had been a wonderful new 

adventure.

"Okay, you can go," her mother sighed finally, remembering 

how much fun she herself had had in the forest when she was a 

little girl, "but only if you promise not to talk to any strangers 

you may meet along the way."

"I promise!" said Little Red Riding Hood. Then, wearing her 

brand new jacket and carrying a basket of brownies for 

Grandma, Little Red Riding Hood set off into the woods alone.

Although the sun was very bright, it was as 

dark as night inside the forest. Just a few 

steps in, Little Red Riding Hood began to feel 

a little scared.

As the wind blew past her ears, she thought 

she could almost hear someone calling her 

name. She stopped for a moment to pull her 

hood more tightly around her face, trying to 

block out the noise.

Suddenly, a large shadow fell across the path 

in front of her and she gasped.

“Calm down, little girl!” shouted the large grey 

wolf who had just stepped out from behind a 

tree, “I’m not here to hurt you!”

Little Red Riding Hood took a step back to try 

to get a better look at the wolf. Even though it 

was dark, she could see that he had a long, 

furry face with a large, black nose and yellow 

eyes the size of dinner plates. He grinned at 

her with huge, sparkling, razor-sharp teeth.

“Y-you’re a stranger,” Little Red Riding Hood 

stuttered, “I’m not supposed to talk to 

strangers.”

To her surprise, the wolf just laughed. 

“I’m not a stranger, silly!” he said, “Only 

people can be strangers! I'm a wolf, not a 

person, so how could I possibly be a 

stranger?”

Little Red Riding Hood was confused. 

Although she had never really heard of an 

animal being called a stranger before, there 

was definitely something strange about that 

wolf. She was just about to tell him this, when 

suddenly he began to cry.

“You don’t trust me!” he wailed, covering his 

face with his furry paws, “Even after I went 

out of my way to welcome you to my forest!”

“I’m sorry Mr. Wolf,” Little Red Riding Hood said 

quickly, feeling very guilty, “I guess you’re not a 

stranger after all. Can you forgive me?”

“I guess so,” the wolf sniffled, “but only if you’ll 

let me walk with you for a while. This forest gets 

pretty lonely sometimes.”

“Sure!” Little Red Riding Hood exclaimed, “I was 

just getting pretty lonely myself! I’d be happy to 

let you walk with me!”

Together, the girl and the wolf continued on through the 

woods. As they walked, Little Red Riding Hood told her 

new friend all about her   jacket and how she was on her 

way to her grandmother’s house to show it off.

“And what is the exact address of your grandmother’s 

house?” the wolf asked, with a gleam in his eye that 

Little Red Riding Hood did not notice.

“It’s 1716 Forest Way. It’s a pretty little log cabin 

with a big red door, you can’t miss it. It’s only a 

little farther—”

“You know what?” the wolf interrupted, “We should 

have a race!”

“What?” Little Red Riding Hood asked, surprised.

“Yeah, a race to your grandma’s house! Whoever wins 

will…get that basket of brownies you’re carrying!”

“But these are for Grandma,” Little Red Riding Hood 

said, “My mom made them especially for her.”

“Then you’d better hope you win so I won’t have to take 

them from you!” the wolf laughed. Then, as quick as a 

flash, he was gone, running toward Grandma’s house 

faster than Little Red Riding Hood had ever seen anyone 

run before.

“Wait!” she yelled. Then she took off after the wolf, 

hoping to catch him before he got to Grandma’s.

In no time at all, the wolf arrived at Grandma’s house. 

Licking his lips hungrily, he rang the doorbell.

“Who is it?” called Grandma from inside the house.

“It’s your granddaughter,” the wolf said in his best 

imitation of Little Red Riding Hood’s voice, “I’ve come to 

show you my new jacket!”

“Oh come in then, dear!” Grandma said, “The door is 

unlocked!”

Laughing to himself, the wolf quickly opened the front 

door and stepped inside.

“Oh my!” Grandma gasped as she saw the big grey wolf 

enter her kitchen, his sharp teeth bared.

Without a word, the wolf grabbed Grandma and leaned 

in to bite her. Just as his pointy teeth were about to 

sink into Grandma’s pale neck, there came a knock at 

the door.

“Who’s there?” the wolf growled, covering Grandma’s 

mouth with his paw so that she couldn’t scream.

“Is that you, Grandma?” Little Red Riding Hood asked 

as she waited on the front porch.

“Oh, yes dear,” the wolf replied in his best Grandma 

imitation. “I was just changing into my pajamas and 

getting into bed. Just give me one minute, please!”

“Okay,” Little Red Riding Hood replied, wondering why 

Grandma was going to bed in the middle of the 

afternoon.

Inside the house, the wolf grabbed some tape from the 

kitchen cabinet and covered Grandma’s mouth with it. 

Then, after taping her hands behind her back for good 

measure, he stuffed her into the bedroom closet and 

locked the door.  

With only the dimming afternoon sunlight to light the 

room, the wolf grabbed Grandma’s nightcap from atop 

her dresser. Then he jumped into her bed and covered 

himself up so that only his big yellow eyes were 

showing.

“Okay, you can come in now!” the wolf called.

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