“To hug you the better, my dear,” said the wolf.
“Grandmother, what long ears you have.”
“To hear you the better, my dear,” said the wolf.
“Grandmother, what big eyes you have.”
“To see you the better, my dear,” said the wolf.
“Grandmother, what big teeth you have.”
“The better to eat you, my dear!” With that the wolf fell upon Red Ridinghood and ate her too.