Little Red Riding Hood was first written by Charles Perrault, in 1697, more that history does not belong. It was a popular story that went from mouth to mouth. Parrault is responsible for collecting for written transmission. Later would be written by the Brothers Grimm, they made this a story something more innocent, that version would give him worldwide popularity and even today is the most read. Then for 1800 Ludwig Tieck wrote "Life and Death of the Little Red Riding Hood, a tragedy," where would annex new details, such as the woodsman who rescues Red Riding Hood and Grandma. The difference the popular fairy tale and the story of Charles Parrault is that the history of this - for the time - more than a cruel story like a legend. In fact these stories now for children as Little Red Riding Hood or Cinderella (also written by Perrault and later by the brothers Grimm), are considered the first possible tales of terror.
However, no matter how cruel it was the story of Parrault, it omitted some details of the popular buzz more terrifying as the fox invited the girl to eat the flesh and drinking the blood of freshly dismembered his grandmother. On the contrary the intention of Parraut with this story was to leave a moral lesson on girls that relate to strangers.
Without further ado, Parrault Red Riding Hood, enjoy:
Red Riding Hood There once was a girl in a village, the most beautiful was ever seen, his mother was mad with her and her grandmother still more. This good woman had to make a Little Red Riding Hood and I sat while everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One day her mother, having cooked some cakes, said:
- Go see how your grandmother, for I hear she has been sick Take her a cake and this little pot of butter.
Red Riding Hood set out immediately to see his grandmother who lived in another village. Passing through a forest, he met the wolf, who longed to eat, but dared not because some woodcutters working nearby. He asked where I was going. The poor girl did not know it was dangerous to stop and talk to a wolf, he said,
- I will see my grandmother and carry her a cake and a pot of butter mother sends.
- Do you live far away? - Said the Wolf.
- Oh, yeah! - Red Riding Hood said - beyond the mill you see yonder, in the first house in the village.
- Well - said Wolf - I'll go and see her I'll go this way and go you that, and we'll see who gets there first.
The wolf ran full speed down the road that was shorter and the girl went the longest way, amusing take nuts, running after butterflies, and gathering bouquets of little flowers. Wolf was not long in coming to grandma's house, hit, knock, knock.
- Who is it?
- Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood - Wolf said, disguising his voice - has brought you a cake and a pot of butter mother sends.
The poor grandmother, who was in bed because she was However, he shouted:
- Throw the latch and the latch will go.
The Wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door opened. It fell upon the good woman and ate her in a heartbeat, he had more than three days without eating. Then shut the door and went to sleep in the bed of his grandmother, who waited for Little Red Riding Hood, a while after, he hit the door: tap, tap.
- Who is it?
Red Riding Hood, hearing the voice of the wolf, was at first afraid, but believing her grandmother had a cold, answered:
- Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood, I bring a cake and a pot of butter mother sends you.
Wolf shouted the voice softening a bit:
- Pull the latch and the latch will go.
Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin and the door opened. Seeing her go, Wolf said, while hiding in the bed under the blanket:
- Put the cake and the little pot of butter upon the stool, and come lie with me. Little Red Riding Hood
undresses and climbs into bed and was very amazed to see how her grandmother looked in her nightgown. She said
- Grandma what big hands you have!
- better to hug you, my child.
- Grandma what big legs you have!
- is to run better, my child.
- Grandmother What big ears you have!
- the better to hear, my dear.
- Grandmother What big eyes you have!
- It is better to see my daughter.
- Grandma what big teeth you have!
- better to eat you!
Saying these words, this wicked wolf fell upon Little Red Riding Hood and ate.
- End -
Moral: Here we see that adolescents, especially girls, well done, nice and beautiful should not listen to any complacency and not because of strange to see that many of the wolf are the prey. I say the wolf under his jacket as they are not all equal ilk: There are no little skill, silent, without hatred or bitterness, that secret, patients with the sweetness will follow the ladies to the house and streets ; more, we know that among all the wolves zalmeros ay! are the most fierce.
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