Lesson 22 Reading: Little Red Riding Hood

Little Red Riding Hood

For use after Lesson 22.

Sight Words to Know

the, want, all, walk

once, one, of, to, who, onto, into

said, again

upon

live, have

her, your, you

is, as, was, his

some, come

far, for

when, why

there, very, where

I’m, it’s

what

Sight or Common Words Child Should Be Becoming Familiar With

little

girl, call, old

every, everyone

bring, along

hadn’t, they’re, she’s, who’s, couldn’t

gone, through, does

other, woman

Words above Instructional Level (from Context, Parent)

mother, grandmother, granddaughter

riding, singing, skipping, bringing

bread, ready

poem, basket, agreed, remember, until, hello, frightened, afraid, open, nightgown, often

quickly, lovely, really, flower, closer, better, cutter

wolf, heard, young, dear, ear, hear, mind, door, here

handful, another, longer, any, never

eye, sew

            Once upon a time, a little girl lived with her mother by the woods. Her grandmother lived in a little house deep in the woods, and she doted on the girl. She had made her a little red cape with a hood. The little girl wore it every day, and so everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood.

            One day Little Red Riding Hood’s mother said, “Your grandmother is sick. I have put some bread and wine and cheese and a little book of poems in this basket. Please bring it to her.”

            Little Red Riding Hood quickly agreed, and got ready to go.

            “Remember to stay on the path,” her mother said as she left.

            “I will,” said Little Red Riding Hood. And she took the basket and off she went.

            Little Red Riding Hood hadn’t gone far when she saw a lovely patch of flowers by the path. She skipped quickly off to pick some for her grandmother.

            Now there was a mean old wolf who lived in the woods, and soon he heard Little Red Riding Hood singing. He loped through the trees until he found her.

            “Why, hello, little girl,” he woofed. Little Red Riding Hood was very frightened and got ready to run. But the wolf said, “Don’t be afraid of me. I may look mean, but I am a good wolf.”

            “H-Hello,” said Little Red Riding Hood.

            “Those are lovely flowers,” said the wolf. He stepped closer.

            “They’re for my grandmother,” said Little Red Riding Hood. “She’s sick, and I’m bringing her some bread and wine and cheese and a good book.”

            Now the wolf had wanted to eat her right then and there, but when he heard this he changed his mind.

            “Really?” he said. “Where does your grandmother live?”

            “On the other side of the woods,” said Little Red Riding Hood.

            “Ah,” said the wolf. “Well, I hope she feels better. Good day to you, young miss.” He walked off. But as soon as he was out of sight, he broke into a run. He ran all the way to the little house on the other side of the woods. He tapped on the door.

            “Who’s there?” asked the old woman.

            “It’s me, Grandmother,” said the wolf, “your little granddaughter.”

            “Little Red Riding Hood!” said the grandmother. “I’m sick in bed. Open the latch and come in.”

            The wolf opened the latch. He jumped onto the bed and ate the grandmother up. Then he put on her nightgown and her hat and crawled into her bed.

            Little Red Riding Hood had a handful of flowers now, and she was skipping along the path, singing. She greeted the wood-cutter she often met in the woods. Then her grandmother’s house came into sight. She tapped at the door.

            “Who’s there?” called the wolf.

            “It’s me, Grandmother,” said Little Red Riding Hood, “your little granddaughter.”

            “Little Red Riding Hood!” said the wolf. “I’m sick in bed. Open the latch and come in.” Little Red Riding Hood opened the latch and walked in.

            “Come here, Little Red Riding Hood,” said the wolf. Little Red Riding Hood stepped closer. Then she stopped.

            “Grandmother!” she said, “what big eyes you have!”

            “The better to see you with, my dear,” said the wolf. She took another step and stopped again.

            “But, Grandmother!” she said, “what big ears you have!”

            “The better to hear you with, my dear,” said the wolf.

            “But, Grandmother,” said the little girl, “what a big nose you have!”

            “The better to smell you with, my dear,” said the wolf. Little Red Riding Hood took one last step. Then the wolf licked his chops.

            “Grandmother! What big teeth you have!” The wolf couldn’t stand it any longer.

            “The better to eat you with, my dear!” he yelled. And he jumped out of the bed and ate her up. But the wood-cutter was on his way home. He heard the little girl scream and ran into the house. There he found the wolf. He cut him open with his ax, and out came the little girl and her grandmother. Then they filled the wolf’s belly with rocks and sewed him back up. He never stood up from that place.