Page 10 - Storytime - Issue 32 (April 2017)

“You can call me Friend Wolf,” said When the wolf saw her bed with her
the wolf. “So where are you heading nightgown and nightcap folded neatly

with your little basket of cake?” he on the pillow, he knew just what to do.
added, sniffing the air hungrily.
He dressed himself in the nightgown,
“I’m taking it to my grandmother, as pulled on the nightcap, and climbed

a treat,” said Little Golden Hood. into bed, snuggling under the blanket.

“And does your grandmother live far
away?” enquired the wolf.
At last, after a lovely walk through the
“Oh no,” said Little Golden Hood. “It’s woods, Little Golden Hood arrived at

the first house on the other side of the her grandmother’s cottage.
wood. The one by the well.”
She knocked on the door. Rat-a-tat-tat.
The wolf nodded. “Oh, I know exactly
“Who’s there?” said the wolf, trying to
where you mean. It just so happens
soften his growly voice.
that I’m heading that way too. Why

don’t I run ahead and tell her that “It’s me, Granny. I’ve brought you a
you’re coming?” cake,” called Little Golden Hood.

“How kind of you, Friend Wolf. Thank “Come in, my love,” said the wolf.
you!” said Little Golden Hood, and “How lovely to see you.”

she waved goodbye to him, as he

sprinted along the path. But, when Little Golden Hood saw
her grandmother lying in bed, she
The cunning wolf took a shortcut said, “Are you feeling unwell,

through the woods and was at the Granny?”
grandmother’s house in no time.

He knocked on the door. Rat-a-tat-tat.

There was no answer. He knocked
louder. There was still no answer.

He pressed his paw on the latch

and the door swung open. There
was nobody home!

Grandmother was at the market.