Knock, knock, knock.
"Who’s there? Cough. Cough." said Grandmother.
"It is I, Red Riding Hood!" said the wolf in his best Red Riding Hood voice. "It is I, Little Red Riding Hood."
"Oh, Red Riding Hood. Just lift the latch, open the door and come in."
The wolf came in and he jumped on the bed and he –slurp!– ate the grandmother up.
Then he put on her clothes, crawled into bed, and waited.
