 Red Riding Hood, Grandmother, and the wood cutter sat down to the table and had some soup and cookies, and they enjoyed the flowers. Then it was time for Red Riding Hood to go home. She kissed her grandmother good-bye and walked quickly along the path that led to her house. When she got home, her mother was so glad to see her. And from that day forward, Red Riding Hood has never spoken to a wolf again.
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