Red Riding Hood
woman gave her daughter a freshly baked loaf of bread and some
milk, and told her to take them to her grandmother. The little
girl set set off, but at the crossroads she met the werewolf,
who asked her where she was going.
"I am taking a hot loaf and a bottle
of milk to my grandmother."
"What road are you taking," asked the werewolf, "the Needles Road
or the Pins Road?"
"The Needles Road," said the little girl.
"Well, I shall take the Pins Road."
While the little girl enjoyed herself picking up needles,
the werewolf reached her grandmother's house. He killed her,
and put some of her flesh in the pantry and a bottle of her
blood on the shelf.
The little girl reached the house and knocked. The werewolf
told her to push the door, which was only held shut with a
"Hello, Grandmother;I'm bringing
you a hot loaf and a bottle of milk."
"Put them in the pantry. You eat the meat that's there and drink a bottle
of wine that is on the shelf."
While she ate, a little cat said:"A
slut is she who eats the flesh and drinks the blood of her
"Undress, my child," said the werewolf, "and
come and sleep beside me."
"Where should I put my apron?"
"Throw it in the fire, my child;you don't need it anymore."
And as the little girl took of each
article of clothing, the bodice, the dress, the skirt, and
the hose, she asked where she should put them, and the werewolf
gave her the same answer:"Throw
it in the fire, my child;you will need it no more."
"Oh, Grandmother, how hairy you
"It's to keep me warmer, my child."
"Oh, Grandmother, those long nails you have!"
"It's to scratch me better, my child."
"Oh, grandmother, those big shoulders that you have!"
"All the better to carry kindling from the woods, my child."
"Oh, Grandmother, those big ears that you have!"
'All the better to hear you with, my child."
"Oh, Grandmother, what a big mouth you have!"
"All the better to eat you with, my child!"
"Oh, Grandmother, I need to go outside and relieve myself."
"Do it in bed, my child."
"No, Grandmother, I want to go outside."
"All right, but don't stay to long."
The werewolf tied a woolen thread to her foot and let her
go out. When the little girl was outside she tied the end of
the string to a plum tree in the yard. The werewolf became
impatient and called out:
"Are you making cables?"
When no answer came, he jumped out of the bed and saw that
the little girl had escaped. He chased after her, but she got
back safely inside her house just as he arrived.
by Louis and Francois Briffault, at Montigny-aux-Amognes, Nièvre,
about 1885. Published by A. Millien, Mèlusine 3 (1886-7),