Canada’s Wilfrid Laurier University and Little Red Riding Hood.

based on the original by Leanne Guentxem

Once upon a time, there was a child who lived in a village near the forest. Whenever ze went out, ze wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called ze Little Red Riding Hood.
One morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked ze’s parent if zie could go to visit xem grandparent as it had been awhile since they'd seen each other.
"That's a good idea," ze’s parent said. So they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood to take to xem grandparent.
When the basket was ready, the child put on a red cloak and kissed the parent goodbye.
"Remember, go straight to your grandparent’s house," xem parent cautioned. "Don't dawdle along the way and please don't talk to strangers! The woods are dangerous."
"Don't worry," said Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll be careful."
But when Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, zie forgot xem promise to xem parent. Zie picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for awhile, listened to the frogs croaking and then picked a few more.
Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that zie didn't notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind xem...
Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside xem.
"What are you doing out here, little ze?" the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as it could muster.
"I'm on my way to see my Grandparent who lives through the forest, near the brook," Little Red Riding Hood replied.
Then zie realized how late zie was and quickly excused xemself, rushing down the path to xem Grandparent's house.
The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut...
The wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandparent's and knocked lightly at the door.
"Oh thank goodness! Come in, come in! I was worried sick that something had happened to you in the forest," said the Grandparent thinking that the knock was Little Red Riding Hood.
The wolf let itself in. Poor Grandparent did not have time to say another word, before the wolf gobbled xem up!
The wolf let out a satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny's wardrobe to find a nightgown that it liked. It added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good measure, dabbed some of the Grandparent's perfume behind its pointy ears.
A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door. The wolf jumped into bed and pulled the covers over its nose. "Who is it?" it called in a cackly voice.
"It's me, Little Red Riding Hood."
"Oh how lovely! Do come in," croaked the wolf.
When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little cottage, zie could scarcely recognize the Grandparent.
"Grandparent! Your voice sounds so odd. Is something the matter?" zie asked.
"Oh, I just have touch of a cold," squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the point.
"But Grandparent! What big ears you have," said Little Red Riding Hood as zie edged closer to the bed.
"The better to hear you with," replied the wolf.
"But Grandparent! What big eyes you have," said Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see you with," replied the wolf.
"But Grandparent! What big teeth you have," said Little Red Riding Hood xem voice quivering slightly.
"The better to eat you with," roared the wolf and it leapt out of the bed and began to chase the little person.
Almost too late, Little Red Riding Hood realized that the figure in the bed was not xem Grandparent, but a hungry wolf.
Zie ran across the room and through the door, shouting, "Help! Wolf!" as loudly as zie could.
A woodsperson who was chopping logs nearby heard xem cry and ran towards the cottage as fast as zie could.
Zie grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the poor Grandparent who was a bit frazzled by the whole experience, but still in one piece. "Oh Grandparent, I was so scared!" sobbed Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll never speak to strangers or dawdle in the forest again."
"Come, come, child. You've learned an important lesson. Thank goodness you shouted loud enough for the kind woodsperson to hear you!"
The woodsperson knocked out the wolf and carried him deep into the forest where it wouldn't bother people any longer.
Little Red Riding Hood and xem Grandparent had a nice lunch and a long chat.