The Story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

Little Red Riding Hood

The Story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Goldilocks. She went for a walk in the forest. Pretty soon, she came upon a house. She knocked and, when no one answered, she walked right in. At the table in the kitchen, there were three bowls of porridge. Goldilocks was hungry. She tasted the porridge from the first bowl. This porridge is too hot! she exclaimed. So, she tasted the porridge from the second bowl. This porridge is too cold, she said

So, she tasted the last bowl of porridge. Ahhh, this porridge is just right, she said happily and she ate it all up. After shed eaten the three bears breakfasts she decided she was feeling a little tired. So, she walked into the living room where she saw three chairs. Goldilocks sat in the first chair to rest her feet. This chair is too big! she exclaimed. So she sat in the second chair. This chair is too big, too! she whined. So she tried the last and smallest chair. Ahhh, this chair is just right, she sighed. But just as she settled down into the chair to rest, it broke into pieces! Goldilocks was very tired by this time, so she went upstairs to the bedroom. She lay down in the first bed, but it was too hard. Then she lay in the second bed, but it was too soft. Then she lay down in the third bed and it was just right. Goldilocks fell asleep. As she was sleeping, the three bears came home. Someones been eating my porridge, growled the Papa bear. Someones been eating my porridge, said the Mama bear. Someones been eating my porridge and they ate it all up! cried the Baby bear. Someones been sitting in my chair, growled the Papa bear. Someones been sitting in my chair, said the Mama bear. Someones been sitting in my chair and theyve broken it all to pieces, cried the Baby bear. They decided to look around some more and when they got upstairs to the bedroom, Papa bear growled, Someones been sleeping in my bed, Someones been sleeping in my bed, too said the Mama bear Someones been sleeping in my bed and shes still there! exclaimed Baby bear. Just then, Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears. She screamed, Help! And she jumped up and ran out of the room. Goldilocks ran down the stairs, opened the door, and ran away into the forest. And she never returned to the home of the three bears.

THE END

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Once upon a time in a great castle, a Princes daughter grew up happy and contented, in spite of a jealous stepmother. She was very pretty, with blue eyes and long black hair. Her skin was delicate and fair, and so she was called Snow White. Everyone was quite sure she would become very beautiful. Though her stepmother was a wicked woman, she too was very beautiful, and the magic mirror told her this every day, whenever she asked it. Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the loveliest lady in the land? The reply was always; You are, your Majesty, until the dreadful day when she heard it say, Snow White

is the loveliest in the land. The stepmother was furious and, wild with jealousy, began plotting to get rid of her rival. Calling one of her trusty servants, she bribed him with a rich reward to take Snow White into the forest, far away from the Castle. Then, unseen, he was to put her to death. The greedy servant, attracted to the reward, agreed to do this deed, and he led the innocent little girl away. However, when they came to the fatal spot, the mans courage failed him and, leaving Snow White sitting beside a tree, he mumbled an excuse and ran off. Snow White was all alone in the forest. Night came, but the servant did not return. Snow White, alone in the dark forest, began to cry bitterly. She thought she could feel terrible eyes spying on her, and she heard strange sounds and rustlings that made her heart thump. At last, overcome by tiredness, she fell asleep curled under a tree. Snow White slept fitfully, wakening from time to time with a start and staring into the darkness round her. Several times, she thought she felt something, or somebody touch her as she slept. At last, dawn woke the forest to the song of the birds, and Snow White too, awoke. A whole world was stirring to life and the little girl was glad to see how silly her fears had been. However, the thick trees were like a wall round her, and as she tried to find out where she was, she came upon a path. She walked along it, hopefully. On she walked till she came to a clearing. There stood a strange cottage, with a tiny door, tiny windows and a tiny chimney pot. Everything about the cottage was much tinier than it ought to be. Snow White pushed the door open. l wonder who lives here? she said to herself, peeping round the kitchen. What tiny plates! And spoons! There must be seven of them, the tables laid for seven people. Upstairs was a bedroom with seven neat little beds. Going back to the kitchen, Snow White had an idea. Ill make them something to eat. When they come home, theyll be glad to find a meal ready. Towards dusk, seven tiny men marched homewards singing. But when they opened the door, to their surprise they found a bowl of hot steaming soup on the table, and the whole house spick and span. Upstairs was Snow White, fast asleep on one of the beds. The chief dwarf prodded her gently. Who are you? he asked. Snow White told them her sad story, and tears sprang to the dwarfs eyes. Then one of them said, as he noisily blew his nose: Stay here with us!

Hooray! Hooray! they cheered, dancing joyfully round the little girl. The dwarfs said to Snow White: You can live here and tend to the house while were down the mine. Dont worry about your stepmother leaving you in the forest. We love you and well take care of you! Snow White gratefully accepted their hospitality, and next morning the dwarfs set off for work. But they warned Snow White not to open the door to strangers. Meanwhile, the servant had returned to the castle, with the heart of a roe deer. He gave it to the cruel stepmother, telling her it belonged to Snow White, so that he could claim the reward. Highly pleased, the stepmother turned again to the magic mirror. But her hopes were dashed, for the mirror replied: The loveliest in the land is still Snow White, who lives in the seven dwarfs cottage, down in the forest. The stepmother was beside herself with rage. She must die! She must die! she screamed. Disguising herself as an old peasant woman, she put a poisoned apple with the others in her basket. Then, taking the quickest way into the forest, she crossed the swamp at the edge of the trees. She reached the bank unseen, just as Snow White stood waving goodbye to the seven dwarfs on their way to the mine. Snow White was in the kitchen when she heard the sound at the door: KNOCK! KNOCK! Whos there? she called suspiciously, remembering the dwarfs advice. Im an old peasant woman selling apples, came the reply. I dont need any apples, thank you, she replied. But they are beautiful apples and ever so juicy! said the velvety voice from outside the door. Im not supposed to open the door to anyone, said the little girl, who was reluctant to disobey her friends. And quite right too! Good girl! If you promised not to open up to strangers, then of course you cant buy. You are a good girl indeed! Then the old woman went on. And as a reward for being good, Im going to make you a gift of one of my apples! Without a further thought, Snow White opened the door just a tiny crack, to take the apple. There! Now isnt that a nice apple? Snow White bit into the fruit, and as she did, fell to the ground in a faint: the effect of the terrible poison left her lifeless instantaneously.

Now chuckling evilly, the wicked stepmother hurried off. But as she ran back across the swamp, she tripped and fell into the quicksand. No one heard her cries for help, and she disappeared without a trace. Meanwhile, the dwarfs came out of the mine to find the sky had grown dark and stormy. Loud thunder echoed through the valleys and streaks of lightning ripped the sky. Worried about Snow White they ran as quickly as they could down the mountain to the cottage. There they found Snow White, lying still and lifeless, the poisoned apple by her side. They did their best to bring her around, but it was no use. They wept and wept for a long time. Then they laid her on a bed of rose petals, carried her into the forest and put her in a crystal coffin. Each day they laid a flower there. Then one evening, they discovered a strange young man admiring Snow Whites lovely face through the glass. After listening to the story, the Prince (for he was a prince!) made a suggestion. If you allow me to take her to the Castle, Ill call in famous doctors to waken her from this peculiar sleep. Shes so lovely . . . Id love to kiss her ! He did, and as though by magic, the Princes kiss broke the spell. To everyones astonishment, Snow White opened her eyes. She had amazingly come back to life! Now in love, the Prince asked Snow White to marry him, and the dwarfs reluctantly had to say good bye to Snow White. From that day on, Snow White lived happily in a great castle. But from time to time, she was drawn back to visit the little cottage down in the forest.

THE END

Little Red Riding Hood Once upon a time there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called Little Red Riding Hood. One day her mother said to her: Come, Little Red Riding Hood, here is a piece of cake and a bottle of wine; take them to your grandmother, she is ill and weak, and they will do her good. Set out before it gets hot, and when you are going, walk nicely and quietly and do not run off the path, or you may fall and break the bottle, and then your grandmother will get nothing; and when you go into her room, dont forget to say, Good morning, and dont peep into every corner before you do it. I will take great care, said Little Red Riding Hood to her mother, and gave her hand on it. The grandmother lived out in the wood, half a league from the village, and just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature he was, and was not at all afraid of him. Good day, Little Red Riding Hood, said he. Thank you kindly, wolf. Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood? To my grandmothers. What have you got in your apron? Cake and wine; yesterday was baking-day, so poor sick grandmother is to have something good, to make her stronger. Where does your grandmother live, Little Red Riding Hood? A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; her house stands under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below; you surely must know it, replied Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf thought to himself: What a tender young creature! what a nice plump mouthful - she will be better to eat than the old woman. I must act craftily, so as to catch both. So he walked for a short time by the side of Little Red Riding Hood,

and then he said: See, Little Red Riding Hood, how pretty the flowers are about here - why do you not look round? I believe, too, that you do not hear how sweetly the little birds are singing; you walk gravely along as if you were going to school, while everything else out here in the wood is merry. Little Red Riding Hood raised her eyes, and when she saw the sunbeams dancing here and there through the trees, and pretty flowers growing everywhere, she thought: Suppose I take grandmother a fresh nosegay; that would please her too. It is so early in the day that I shall still get there in good time. So she ran from the path into the wood to look for flowers. And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood. Meanwhile the wolf ran straight to the grandmothers house and knocked at the door. Who is there? Little Red Riding Hood, replied the wolf. She is bringing cake and wine; open the door. Lift the latch, called out the grandmother, I am too weak, and cannot get up. The wolf lifted the latch, the door sprang open, and without saying a word he went straight to the grandmothers bed, and devoured her. Then he put on her clothes, dressed himself in her cap, laid himself in bed and drew the curtains. Little Red Riding Hood, however, had been running about picking flowers, and when she had gathered so many that she could carry no more, she remembered her grandmother, and set out on the way to her. She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to herself: Oh dear! how uneasy I feel today, and at other times I like being with grandmother so much. She called out: Good morning, but received no answer; so she went to the bed and drew back the curtains. There lay her grandmother with her cap pulled far over her face, and looking very strange. Oh! grandmother, she said, what big ears you have! All the better to hear you with, my child, was the reply. But, grandmother, what big eyes you have! she said.

All the better to see you with, my dear. But, grandmother, what large hands you have! All the better to hug you with. Oh! but, grandmother, what a terrible big mouth you have! All the better to eat you with! And scarcely had the wolf said this, than with one bound he was out of bed and swallowed up Red Riding Hood. When the wolf had appeased his appetite, he lay down again in the bed, fell asleep and began to snore very loud. The huntsman was just passing the house, and thought to himself: How the old woman is snoring! I must just see if she wants anything. So he went into the room, and when he came to the bed, he saw that the wolf was lying in it. Do I find you here, you old sinner! said he. I have long sought you! But just as he was going to fire at him, it occurred to him that the wolf might have devoured the grandmother, and that she might still be saved, so he did not fire, but took a pair of scissors, and began to cut open the stomach of the sleeping wolf. When he had made two snips, he saw the little red riding hood shining, and then he made two snips more, and the little girl sprang out, crying: Ah, how frightened I have been! How dark it was inside the wolf. After that the aged grandmother came out alive also, but scarcely able to breathe. Red Riding Hood, however, quickly fetched great stones with which they filled the wolfs belly, and when he awoke, he wanted to run away, but the stones were so heavy that he collapsed at once, and fell dead. Then all three were delighted. The huntsman drew off the wolfs skin and went home with it; the grandmother ate the cake and drank the wine which Red Riding Hood had brought, and revived. But Red Riding Hood thought to herself: As long as I live, I will never leave the path by myself to run into the wood, when my mother has forbidden me to do so. It is also related that once, when Red Riding Hood was again taking cakes to the old grandmother, another wolf spoke to her, and tried to entice her from the path. Red Riding Hood, however, was on her guard, and went straight forward on her way, and told her grandmother that she had met the wolf, and

that he had said good morning to her, but with such a wicked look in his eyes, that if they had not been on the public road she was certain he would have eaten her up. Well, said the grandmother, we will shut the door, so that he can not come in. Soon afterwards the wolf knocked, and cried: Open the door, grandmother, I am Little Red Riding Hood, and am bringing you some cakes. But they did not speak, or open the door, so the grey-beard stole twice or thrice round the house, and at last jumped on the roof, intending to wait until Red Riding Hood went home in the evening, and then to steal after her and devour her in the darkness. But the grandmother saw what was in his thoughts. In front of the house was a great stone trough, so she said to the child: Take the pail, Red Riding Hood; I made some sausages yesterday, so carry the water in which I boiled them to the trough. Red Riding Hood carried until the great trough was quite full. Then the smell of the sausages reached the wolf, and he sniffed and peeped down, and at last stretched out his neck so far that he could no longer keep his footing and began to slip, and slipped down from the roof straight into the great trough, and was drowned. But Red Riding Hood went joyously home, and no one ever did anything to harm her again.
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