He came up to her very gently and said, “Good day, Little Red Riding-Hood; where are you going?”
“To see my grandmother,” said the child, “and take her a present from mother of eggs and butter and cake.”
“Where does your grandmamma live?” asked the wolf.
“Quite in the middle of the wood,” she replied.
The wolf knew the house, and his plan took shape. “Good day, Red Riding-Hood” he said, and the wolf ran off as fast as he could.