Once upon a time, there was a child named Mila who lived with their mother in a little house in the mountains. It was a cozy house with a big, red door and windows that looked out on the snow-capped peaks. Mila’s mother was always busy tending to their garden, which was full of colorful flowers and buzzing bees.
Mila loved to play in the meadows around their house. She loved butterflies, especially the ones with bright blue wings. She loved them so much that she would spend hours chasing them, giggling as they flew away. More than anything, Mila loved their grandmother, who lived in the next valley. Their grandmother had sewn a beautiful red hood for Mila to keep her warm. Because of this, everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood! The hood looked great on Mila, especially with her blue eyes and black hair.
One day, Mila’s mother asked her to go to her grandmother’s house. “Grandmother is feeling a bit sick and needs care,” she said. “Please take the road, which is longer but safer. The path through the forest is more dangerous, and I don’t want you to be afraid, Little Red Riding Hood.” She smiled at Mila, who loved to explore and was always curious about everything.
Mila’s mother prepared a basket full of delicious food to help care for her grandmother. There were juicy apples, sweet strawberries, and warm bread – nothing helps an illness better than a meal made with love! “Come home tomorrow,” her mother said as Mila, or rather, Little Red Riding Hood, left the house, her red hood covering her black hair, and the basket of food in her hands. Mila resisted eating any of the food, remembering her mother’s words about being careful.
As soon as Little Red Riding Hood left the house, she met a wolf. He was big and gray with sharp teeth, but he pretended to be kind. “Hello, Little Red Riding Hood,” he said, his voice smooth like honey. “Where are you going?” Mila told him she was taking food to her grandmother. “Goodbye then,” said the wolf, and he went on his way. Mila went on her way too, taking the longer but safer path, as her mother had asked.
What Mila didn’t know was that the wolf had taken the forest path. He wanted to reach her grandmother’s house before her, and that’s what he did! When he reached the house, he knocked on the door. Her grandmother opened it and let him in. The wolf ate the old lady in one bite, then put on her nightgown and cap, and got into bed!
When Mila arrived at her grandmother’s house, she was surprised by how strange her grandmother looked. “Grandmother,” she asked, “why are your eyes so big?” The wolf, disguised as the grandmother, said, “It’s to see you better, Little Red Riding Hood.” Then Mila asked, “Grandmother, why is your nose so big?” The wolf, dressed like the grandmother, said, “It’s to smell you better.” Then, Mila asked, “Grandmother, why is your mouth so big?” The wolf couldn’t resist any longer and pounced on Mila! “It’s to taste you better,” he said, his voice now deep and rough!
Luckily, a wise old woodsman, who had magical powers, was walking through the forest. The old man heard Mila in trouble! Before the wolf could eat Little Red Riding Hood, the old man entered the house and saved the child.
The magical woodsman enchanted the wolf, making him tame and gentle, and put him to sleep. Mila told the woodsman that the wolf had eaten her grandmother. “No evil can defeat goodness!” said the woodsman with a smile. With just a wave of his hands, he freed the grandmother from the wolf’s belly!
Mila hugged her beloved grandmother! Then, she thanked the woodsman and offered him the delicious food her mother had prepared. That night, Mila, her grandmother, and the magical woodsman enjoyed the delicious food made by Mila’s mother.
And doesn’t this story make you hungry?
