But when Red Riding-Hood saw the wolf she felt frightened. She had nearly forgotten grandmother, but she did not think she had been so ugly.
“Grandmamma,” she said, “what a great nose you have.”
“All the better to smell with, my dear,” said the wolf.
“And, grandmamma, what large ears you have.”
“All the better to hear with, my dear.”
“Ah! grandmamma, and what large eyes you have.”
“All the better to see with, my dear,” said the wolf, showing his teeth, for he longed to eat the child up.
“Oh, grandmamma, and what great teeth you have!” said Red Riding-Hood.
“All the better to eat you up with,” growled the wolf, and, jumping out of bed, he rushed at Red Riding-Hood and would have eaten her up, but just at that minute the door flew open and a great dog tore him down.
The wolf and the dog were still fighting when Hugh, the woodman, came in and killed the wicked wolf with his axe.
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