Essay on Retelling of Little Red Riding Hood

One night a young girl named Lily Foster is left alone for the night in her very large country house, while her parents drove out of town for a party. This was fine with Lily especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, and her cell phone. Finally, her parents said, ‘’Be safe and don’t go outside.’’ Lily gave them a hug and said, ‘’Of course and have fun!’’ Once her parents drove off in their car, she made herself something to eat and sat down at the kitchen table.

I’m little red riding hood’s grandmother, it’s nice to meet you. Be quick and settle in because I am about to tell you the untold, never heard before story on what actually happened in the famous fairy-tale ‘Little red riding hood’.

The version Perrault had Little Red Riding Hood had a cake and a little pot of butter her mother gave her to take it to her sick grandmother’s house. So off she went to her grandmother's house into the woods where she was found by the wolf. The wolf had asked her a lot of questions only to find out where she was going so that he could later eat her. With the questions, the wolf had found out she was going to her grandmother's house then tricked her into giving him the location. He took the straight path making it first while Little Red took a roundabout way. The wolf had made it to the house and then ate Little Red's grandmother. Then he waited in the grandmother's clothes for Little Red. When she got there she knocked on the door and the wolf told her how to get in. then Little Red began questioning the wolf in her grandmother's clothes. Little Red had ask her last question “Grandmother, what big teeth you have got!” The wolf then ate Little Red. The story then

“Mommy get out! Mommy, you’re hurt!” I screamed hoping she’d hear me over all the madness.

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

When alone with her children, she began to think of how amazing it would be when she sees her grandchildren being the top ones walking the earth. She imagined how all animals of all around had to beg them for refuge, for they will be the aptest at survival. These thoughts caused the creature great joy as the creature was watching over her children. Then, her mind was abrupted by a howl. She then proceeded to hide her children and see what was it that caused the howling noise. As she expected, it was the wolf. Next, a long stare between the two occurred. Finally, she started

Soon, Anna grew weary and strolled over and tried the door, but it was locked. Scared to be locked in a room she thought what if there's a fire? What would they do? Would they even be heard if they cried out for help? She knocked lightly and Miss Margot opened the door slowly and came into the room and placed a tray with two small bowls of split-pea soup on the mattress. Then she made them stand up and held their hands and whispered, "Children you must also remember to be as quiet as church mice." They both nodded and agreed to keep

Scarlet intended to empty her sack and give it to her father. But he said, “No, no. That’s too big; it’s unnecessary. Just hand me that red cloth. I will wrap them in that.” So, Scarlet passed her father the red riding hood that she was bringing out from the sack. Her father took the hood and slowly crawled into the cavity, while a satisfied smile emerged on Scarlet’s face at the thought of how pleased her father

Comparing Little Red Riding Hood folktales is a multi tasks operation, which includes many elaborations on the many aspects of the story. Setting, plot, character origin, and motif are the few I chose to elaborate solely on. Although the versions vary, they all have the motif trickery, the characters all include some sort of villain with a heroin, the plot concludes all in the final destruction or cease of the villain to be, and, the setting and origins of the versions vary the most to where they are not comparable but only contrastable, if one can say that origins and settings are contrastable.

We tiptoed past the toad. Then made our way down a long hallway lit only by candles, and lined with gold-framed portraits of fearsome humpbacked goblins. Finally, we found a small door that was partly ajar. I leaned against it and could hear giggling coming from inside. I flung it open. Emma was standing in the center of the room beside a dining table, with a green goblet in her hand. “It’s about time you two showed up,” she said. “What took you so long?

Overall, the objective moral truth to be learned has been unaltered: “children, especially young girls…are wrong to listen to anyone” (13). This ‘don’t talk to strangers’ policy is the cornerstone of Perrault’s tale, which recalls Little Red Riding Hood as an innocent but foolish young girl. She takes some cakes to her ill grandmother, coming upon a wolf while making her way through the woods. The wolf, although hungry, chooses not to eat her yet, and instead gets the young girl to tell him where she is headed. The girl, unsuspecting, tells the wolf that she in headed to the house of her sick grandmother. The wolf then beats the girl to the destination by using a shortcut, eats the grandmother, and then eats Little Red Riding Hood when she arrives (11-13). For children, the prospects of being eaten alive serve as an effective deterrent from talking to strangers.

In one of the stories mentioned, “Little Red Riding Hood” the girl gives up the directions to her grandmother’s house to a wolf she has never met saying that the house is, “the first house you come to in the village.” (Perrault) In another version of the tale, “Little Red Cap” the directions are a bit more detailed as she tells the wolf that the house is, “In the wood, fifteen or twenty minutes’ walk from here, and under the three big oak trees.” She then goes on to say that it has hazel hedges around it and surely he must know the place. (Grimm) This is mistake number one as the intelligent thing to do would have been for the little girl to ignore the wolf, and if that was not possible to do she should not have given up such vital information to someone, or in this case a wolf, that she did not know. This mistake while she must not have thought it an important thing ended up starting a chain reaction that ended up causing a world of troubles in both of the

Another creepy wolf approached her. This time, though, she was her age and friendly. She introduced herself as a witch named Vendeta, offered to help her with her current predicament. The wolf smiled at her oddly, and went after Faith.

Little Red was noticing how different her grandmother looked and the wolf was drooling over the smell of the goodies in the basket. Little Red Riding hood said, “My, oh, my, Grandma, What big white teeth you have.” Before he could think he said all the better to EAT you with and jumped out of bed and chased Little Red and her goodie basket. When they reached the door there stood grandmother and Mr. Whittle coming after the wolf. Little Red Riding Hood rand into the safety of her grandmother arms, While Mr. Whittle ran after the wolf with his ax swinging in the

Fairy tales are often retold and revamped to make them more relatable to a new audience. Little Red Riding Hood is a story that has found itself retold many times. From her being saved by a huntsman in Grimm’s Fairy Tales to her being completely devoured and never heard from again in Perrault to warn children of the danger of those who may be perceived as kind but are truly cruel. For Angela Carter it is an adult revamp on a childhood classic. Angela Carter’s “The Company of Wolves” is the story of prey becoming a predator.