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SPEED READING. LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD 90 Words per minute. There was once a little girl who was called Little Red Riding Hood because she always wore a red cloak with a hood. One morning her mother said, “Little Red

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90 Words per minute

There was once a little girl who was

called Little Red Riding Hood because she

always wore a red cloak with a hood.

One morning her mother said, “Little Red

Riding Hood, your grandmother isn’t

feeling very well. I want you to take her

this tea and cake.”

Red Riding Hood loved her Grandmother

very much and was eager to do as her

mother asked.

“Now don’t stray from the path, and

don’t speak to strangers!” her mother

cautioned her. The child promised to obey

as she took the basket and skipped off

down the path.

The path led through a forest where

there lurked a hungry wolf. As Red Riding

Hood skipped along, he suddenly stepped

out in front of her. She knew nothing of

wolves and so was polite and said, “Good

day, Sir. Please let me pass.”

“Of course I’ll let you pass,” he said,

“but tell me, where are you going and

what do you have in your basket?”

“Why, I’m taking goodies to my

Grandmother, who is sick.”

“And where does your Grandmother


“She lives in the little cottage by the

twin oak trees,” she answered without

thinking that it was none of his business.

“That is so nice of you. I bet your

Grandmother would enjoy some of these

beautiful wildflowers. Why not stop and

pick some for her? Think how happy it

will make her,” said the wolf.

What a good idea, thought Red Riding

Hood. She thanked the wolf and

wandered from the path to a field of

flowers. She picked flowers of yellow and

blue and red for Grandmother’s bouquet.

Meanwhile the hungry wolf slipped away

and reached Grandmother’s cottage first.

He knocked on the door and called out

in a little girl’s voice. “Grandmother, I am

here with tea and cake for you.”

“What is that you say?” answered the

Grandmother in a feeble voice.

“Grandmother it is me, Red Riding

Hood. Can I come in?”

“Just lift the latch and come in dear.”

The wolf rushed into the room and

gobbled up Grandmother in one bite.

Then he dressed himself in a nightgown

and nightcap and hid under the covers to

wait for Red Riding Hood to arrive.

In a little while he heard a soft knock

on the door. Now he changed his voice

to sound like the Grandmother. “Just lift

the latch and come in, dear,” he called.

Red Riding Hood tiptoed toward the bed

with a worried look. “Why Grandmother,

what big eyes you have!”

“The better to see you, my dear,” said

the furry-faced Grandma.

“But, Grandmother, what big ears you


“The better to hear you with, my dear.”

“But, Grandmother, what big teeth you


“The better to eat you with!” growled

the wolf, and he threw off the covers,

pounced upon Red Riding Hood, and

swallowed her in one giant gulp. Then,

with a full tummy, he fell sound asleep

in Grandmother’s bed.

A woodcutter who often stopped to

check on Grandmother happened by and

was alarmed to hear loud snoring coming

from the cottage.

He forced the door open and was

horrified to see the fat, sleeping wolf,

curled up in Grandmother’s bed. The

woodcutter raised his ax and carefully cut

open the wolf’s stomach. Out popped

Little Red Riding Hood and her

Grandmother, alive and well! They quickly

gathered enough large stones to fill the

sleeping wolf’s belly, then sewed him up

again and hid out of sight.

The wolf woke up with a terrible

stomach ache and wandered off into the

woods. He never had a appetite for

eating Grandmothers or little girls ever