Wednesday, 1 May 2019
Little red riding hood.
Once upon a time there lived a little girl. Her mother had a little red riding hood made for her. Everybody called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day her mother said to her “Go and see how your grandmother is doing, because she has been very ill.” Little Red Riding Hood went out immediately. As she was going through the wood, she met with a wolf. He asked her where she was going. “I am going to see my grandmother.” “Does she live far off?” said the wolf. “It is near that tree is you see there”. It was not long before the wolf arrived at the grandmas house. He knocked at the door. Tap, tap, tap. “Who’s there?” “Your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood,” said the wolf, But the wolf was actually faking it The grandmother called out, “Pull the string, and the latch will go up.” The wolf pulled the string and the door opened, and then he immediately fell upon the good woman and ate her up in a moment. 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, tap. “Who’s there?” “It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood.” The wolf cried out, “Pull the string, and the latch will go up.” Little Red Riding Hood pulled the string, and the door opened. “Grandmother, what big arms you have!” “Grandmother, what big ears you have!” “Grandmother, what big eyes you have!” “Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!” “All the better to eat you up with.” Fortunately, a hunter was passing nearby the hut. He heard the wolf, and recognised him right away. He ran over to the window. He took a good aim, and that was the end of the wolf.
Labels:
Little Red Riding Hood,
mrs stone,
narrative,
Pt England,
room 4,
term 2,
Week1,
Writing
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