‘Oh! what hairy arms you’ve got, Grandmother!’
‘All the better to hug you, my child.’
‘Oh! what a big tongue you’ve got, Grandmother!’
‘All the better for answering, child.’
‘Oh! what a mouthful of great white teeth you have, Grandmother!’
‘That’s for crunching little children with!’ And the Wolf opened his jaws wide to swallow Blanchette.
But she put down her head crying:
‘Mamma! Mamma!’ and the Wolf only caught her little hood.
Thereupon, oh dear! oh dear! he draws back, crying and shaking his jaw as if he had swallowed red-hot coals.
It was the little fire-coloured hood that had burnt his tongue right down his throat.