The sun was shining brightly, but it was not too warm under the shade of the old trees, and Little Red Riding-Hood went on her way singing and gathering great bunches of wild flowers to give to her grandmother. She sang so sweetly that a cushat dove flew down from a tree and followed her.
Now, it happened that a wolf, a very cruel, greedy creature, also heard her as she passed, and longed to eat her for his breakfast, but he knew Hugh, the woodman, was at work very near with his great dog, and he was afraid they might hear Little Red Riding-Hood cry out if he frightened her, and then they would kill him. So, after following her a little way, he came up to her very gently and said, “Good day, Little Red Riding-Hood, where are you going?”
This is a day that Fairy Tales are made of … It’s Tell a Fairy Tale Day.
To qualify as a fairy tale, a story does not have to begin with “Once upon a time…..”. But, they usually do, and there’s nothing better than a good story that ends with “and they all lived happily ever after”. Read one today!