"Hello!" exclaimed Little Sir Cat, "if that isn't Little Red Riding Hood." Sure enough it was. Just in front of him, tripping along the path, was a little girl dressed in a red cape and hood.
"May I help you carry your basket?" he asked politely.
"Oh, dear!" screamed Little Red Riding Hood.
But when she saw Little Sir Cat, she said, with a sigh of relief, "I thought you were the Big Gray Wolf!"
Well, pretty soon they reached her Grandmother's house, and, knowing that old women usually like cats, Little Sir Kitten made up his mind to be very nice indeed to Little Red Riding Hood's Grandmother.
So he wiped his boots carefully on the doormat, and, with his cap held politely in his paw, waited in the hall while Little Red Riding Hood ran upstairs.
"Come up, Kitten," she called down in a few minutes; "Grandma, wants to see you. Hang your cap on the hat-rack."
Then Little Red Riding Hood took hold of his paw, and led him into a sunny room, where in a big easy-chair by the window her Grandmother sat knitting.
"Come here, Sir Kitten, and let me see your nice red top boots," said her Grandmother. "I always did like cats." And just then the little canary bird began to sing:
"Look out for the Big Gray Wolf, my dears.
He has long sharp teeth and pointed ears,
And he roams through the forest dark and dim.
Be careful you don't get caught by him!"