He added a fairly sleeping cap and for good measure dabbed some of the granny's perfume behind his pointy ears. A few minutes later red riding hood knocked on the door. The wolf jumped in to the bed and pulled the covers over his nose. Who is it? he called in a cackle voice. It's me little red riding hood. Oh how lovely! Do come in my dear croaked the wolf. When the little red riding hood enter the little cottage she could scarcely recognize her grandmother. Grandmother! Your voice sounds so odd. Is something the matter? She asked. Oh I just have touch of a cold squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the point. But grandmother! what big ears you have said little red riding hood as she edged closer to the bed. The better to see you with my dear replied the wolf. But grandmother! what big teeth you have said little red riding hood her voice quivering slightly. The better to eat you with my dear roared the wolf and he leapt out of the bed and began to chase the little girl. Almost too late little red riding hood realized that the person in the bed was not her grandmother but a hungry wolf. She ran across the room and through the door shouting Help! Wolf! as loudly as she could. A woodsman who was chopping logs near by heard her cry and ran towards the cottage as fast as he could. He grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the poor grandmother who was a bit frazzled by a whole experience but still in one price. Oh grandma! I was so scared! sobbed little red riding hood I will never speak to strangers or dawdle in the forest again.