NARRATOR
‘Good day, Little Red-Cap,’ said he.
‘Thank you kindly, wolf. ’
‘Whither away so early, Little Red-Cap? ’
‘To my grandmother’s. ’
‘What have you got in your apron? ’
‘Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger. ’
‘Where does your grandmother live, Little Red-Cap? ’
‘A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below; you surely must know it,’ replied Little Red-Cap.
The wolf thought to himself: ‘What a tender young creature! what a nice plump mouthful—she will be better to eat than the old woman.