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Little Red Riding Hood sang as she went along.
When she came to the wood she met a wolf.
Some woodmen were at work near by.
The wolf was afraid of the woodmen.
So he said to Red Riding Hood,
“Good morning, little girl.
Where are you going?”
“I am going to see my grandmother,” said Little Red Riding Hood.
“I have butter and a cake for her.”
“Where does your grandmother live?” said the wolf.
“She lives on the other side of the wood,” said Little Red Riding Hood.
“The house is near three big trees.”
“I will go to see your grandmother, too,” said the wolf.
He went beside Red Riding Hood for a little way.
Then the wolf said, “Little Red Riding Hood, see the pretty flowers all around us.
Why do you not pick some of them?”
“Grandmother loves flowers,” said Little Red Riding Hood.
“I will pick some to put in the basket with the cake and butter.”
So Little Red Riding Hood went out of the path to look for flowers.
But the wolf ran through the wood as fast as he could go.
He saw the grandmother’s house near three big oak trees.