“Hello Golden-Hood.” The Wolf pleasantly greeted Blanchette.
Blanchette frowned. “How do you know me? Who are you?”
“As I told you, I am Wolf, your friend.” The Wolf studied the basket in Blanchette’s hands. “Where are you going?”
“I am going to see my grandmother,” Blanchette told the wolf, forgetting all about her promise to her mother about not talking to strangers.
The wolf pretended to look even more interested. “And where does your grandmother live?”
Blanchette waved forward. “On the other side of the forest. Her house is the first in the village near the windmill.”
The wolf nodded hurriedly. “I am also going there to another place nearby. I think that you will reach there faster than with your nimble legs.”
After that Blanchette continued on her journey.
The wolf raced across the forest and reached the grandmother's house in a very short time.
When Wolf had reached the grandmother's house, the grandmother had gone out to sell herbs in the town.
The Wolf found the grandmother's clothes and wore it. Then it laid down on the bed trying to pretend to be the grandmother.
Meanwhile Blanchette picked up the flowers, studied the little birds and ran after the butterflies and slowly made her way to grandmother's house.
Adapted from Andrew Lang’s Fairy Tales
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