Little Red Cap
art by Jesse William Smith
"...They also tell how Little Red Cap was taking some baked things to her grandmother another time, when another wolf spoke to her and wanted her to leave the path. But Little Red Cap took care and went straight to grandmother's. She told her that she had seen the wolf, and that he had wished her a good day, but had stared at her in a wicked manner.
"Come," said the grandmother. "Let's lock the door, so he can't get in."
Soon afterward the wolf knocked on the door and called out, "Open up, grandmother. It's Little Red Cap, and I'm bringing you some baked things." When they did not reply, he jumped upon the roof hoping to catch them when they went outside.
"Fetch a bucket, Little Red Cap," grandmother said to the child. "Yesterday I cooked some sausage. Carry the water that I boiled them with to the trough."
Little Red Cap carried water until the large, large trough was clear full. The smell of sausage arose into the wolf's nose. He sniffed and looked down, stretching his neck so long that he could no longer hold himself, and he began to slide.
He slid off the roof, fell into the trough, and drowned. And Little Red Cap returned home happily, and no one harmed her.