We
recorded Little Red Riding Hood in our very first Storynory recording session
over a year ago. Our sound quality has improved greatly since then, and so
Natasha has read it again for you. The version for iTunes will sync pictures on
your iPod (subscribe to our podcast to receive it). Or, as you can
see, you can play the audio with pictures directly on this page.
Little Red Riding Hood With Pictures
for iPod (right click, save as). If you this won't play on your
MP3 player or computer, please get the MP3 file from this (similar but different) page.
And
we have more ! Click on any of the thumbnails on this page to enlarge and to go
to our new Storynory Picture Gallery.
The
moral of the tale should ring through today "DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS
!!" This is Red Riding Hood's fatal mistake when she meets the wolf on the
way to Grandma's. When Andrew Lang published this tale in the Blue Fairy Book
of 1889 he added these thoughts:
(
Moral: Children, especially attractive, well bred young ladies, should never
talk to strangers, for if they should do so, they may well provide dinner for a
wolf. I say "wolf," but there are various kinds of wolves. There are
also those who are charming, quiet, polite, unassuming, complacent, and sweet,
who pursue young women at home and in the streets. And unfortunately, it is
these gentle wolves who are the most dangerous ones of all. )
Red
by Natasha Gostwick. Duration 7 minutes 10.
Once upon a time there lived in a certain village a little country girl, the
prettiest creature who was ever seen. Her mother was excessively fond of her;
and her grandmother doted on her still more. This good woman had a little red
riding hood made for her. It suited the girl so extremely well that everybody
called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her mother,
having made some cakes, said to her, "Go, my dear, and see how your
grandmother is doing, for I hear she has been very ill. Take her a cake, and
this little pot of butter."
Little
Red Riding Hood set out immediately to go to her grandmother, who lived in
another village.
As
she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf, who had a very great mind
to eat her up, but he dared not, because of some woodcutters working nearby in
the forest. He asked her where she was going. The poor child, who did not know
that it was dangerous to stay and talk to a wolf, said to him, "I am going
to see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a little pot of butter from my
mother."
"Does she live
far off?" said the wolf
"Oh I
say," answered Little Red Riding Hood; "it is beyond that mill you
see there, at the first house in the village."
"Well,"
said the wolf, "and I'll go and see her too. I'll go this way and go you
that, and we shall see who will be there first."
The wolf ran as
fast as he could, taking the shortest path, and the little girl took a
roundabout way, entertaining herself by gathering nuts, running after
butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. It was not long before
the wolf arrived at the old woman's house. He knocked at the door: tap, tap.
"Who's
there?"
"Your
grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," replied the wolf, counterfeiting her
voice; "who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter sent you by
mother."
The good
grandmother, who was in bed, because she was somewhat ill, cried out,
"Pull the string, and the latch will go up."
The wolf pulled the
string n, and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman
and ate her up in a moment, for it been more than three days since he had
eaten. He then shut the door and got into the grandmother's bed, expecting
Little Red Riding Hood, who came some time afterwards and knocked at the door: tap,
tap.
"Who's
there?"
Little Red Riding
Hood, hearing the big voice of the wolf, was at first afraid; but believing her
grandmother had a cold and was hoarse, answered, "It is your grandchild
Little Red Riding Hood, who has brought you a cake and a little pot of butter
mother sends you."
The
wolf cried out to her, softening his voice as much as he could, "Pull the
string, and the latch will go up."
Little
Red Riding Hood pulled the string, and the door opened.
The wolf, seeing
her come in, said to her, hiding himself under the bedclothes, "Put the
cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come sit on the bed with
me."
Little Red Riding
Hood sat on the bed. She was greatly amazed to see how her grandmother looked
in her nightclothes, and said to her, "Grandmother, what big arms you
have!"
"All the
better to hug you with, my dear."
"Grandmother,
what big legs you have!"
"All the
better to run with, my child."
"Grandmother,
what big ears you have!"
"All the
better to hear with, my child."
"Grandmother,
what big eyes you have!"
"All the
better to see with, my child."
"Grandmother,
what big teeth you have got!"
"All the
better to eat you up with."
And, saying these
words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her all up.
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