"Good day! And what are you doing?"
"Oh! Good day, sir. I’m picking some flowers to take to my grandmother. She’s sick."
"Oh, what a nice thing to do," said the wolf, "Where does your grandmother live?"
"Oh, just through the woods. You know, the house with the mulberry trees around it?
"Mmm. Indeed I do," thought the wolf, "And if I’m very clever, I can have a meal of Red Riding Hood and her grandmother, too."
"Red Riding Hood," said the wolf, "I know where there are some even lovelier flowers. If you will go on that path through the woods, you’ll find a clearing where you can get her some special, special flowers."
"Oh, thank you," said Red Riding Hood and she got the basket, finished with those flowers that she had, and set off on the path toward the clearing. The wolf set out on the path to the grandmother’s house, quick as he could go.
