RedRidingHood Script
RedRidingHood Script
RedRidingHood Script
Narrator 1
Narrator 2
Narrator 3
Narrator 4
Little Red
Mother
Wolf
Grandmother
Huntsman
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Narrator 1:
Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by every one who
looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that
she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little cap of red
velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else. So
she was always called Little Red Riding Hood.
Narrator 2:
Mother:
"Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine.
Take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good.
Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly
and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then
your grandmother will get nothing. And when you go into her room, don't forget
to say, good-morning, and don't peep into every corner before you do it."
said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it.
Narrator 4:
The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and
just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Little Red
Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all
afraid of him.
Wolf:
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Little Red: "Cake and wine. Yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have
something good, to make her stronger."
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Wolf:
Little Red: "A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood. Her house stands under
the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below. You surely must
know it."
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Wolf:
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Wolf:
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Little Red: "Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay. That would please her too. It is
so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time."
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And so she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever
she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on,
and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.
Narrator 3:
Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmother's house and knocked at the
door.
"Little Red Riding Hood "I am bringing cake and wine. Open the door."
The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he
went straight to the grandmother's bed, and devoured her. Then he put on her
clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains.
Narrator 3:
Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers,
and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she
remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her.
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She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went
into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself,
Little Red: "Oh dear, how uneasy I feel to-day, and at other times I like being with
grandmother so much."
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but received no answer. So she went to the bed and drew back the curtains.
There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking
very strange.
she said,
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Little Red: "Oh, but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have."
Wolf:
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And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and
swallowed up Little Red Riding Hood in one bite.
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When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in the bed, fell
asleep and began to snore very loud. A huntsman was just passing the house,
and thought to himself,
Huntsman:
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Huntsman:
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Huntsman:
"How the old woman is snoring. I must just see if she wants anything."
So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf
was lying in it.
"Do I find you here, you old sinner?"
said the huntsman.
"I have long sought you."
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Then just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf
might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so
he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the
stomach of the sleeping wolf.
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When he had made two snips, he saw the Little Red Riding Hood shining, and
then he made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying,
Little Red: "Ah, how frightened I have been. How dark it was inside the wolf."
Narrator 4:
And after that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to
breathe. Little Red Riding Hood, however, quickly fetched great stones with
which they filled the wolf's belly, and when he awoke, he wanted to run away,
but the stones were so heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead.
Narrator 1:
Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolf's skin and went
home with it. The grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine which Little Red
Riding Hood had brought, and revived, but Little Red Riding Hood thought to
herself,
Little Red: "as long as I live, I will never by myself leave the path, to run into the
wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so.
Narrator 4:
It is also related that once when Little Red Riding Hood was again taking
cakes to her old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice
her from the path. Little Red Riding Hood, however, was on her guard, and
went straight forward on her way, and said to her grandmother,
Little Red: "Grandmother, I met another wolf wolf, he had said good-morning to me, but
with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if we had not been on the public
road she I am certain he would have eaten me up.
Grandmother: "Well,"
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Grandmother: "We will shut the door, that he may not come in."
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Wolf:
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Grandmother: "Take the pail, Little Red Riding Hood. I made some sausages yesterday, so
carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough."
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Little Red Riding Hood carried the water until the great trough was quite full.
Then the smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped
down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could no longer keep
his footing and began to slip, and slipped down from the roof straight into the
great trough, and was drowned. But Little Red Riding Hood went joyously home,
and no one ever did anything to harm her again.